by Nicki Wood
It was a Brentwood-y moment: cruising roads that all bear the same British-y names except that you're on "Lane" and you're looking for "Circle." The signage is tough to decipher until you're right at the building, and the building numbers are practically nonexistent. By now you surely are approaching your destination, but you've driven past this building twice. Maybe it's across that parking lot over there.
The massive civic design failure that pretty much sums up parts of Brentwood was where we might least expect to roll up on Skin Bar/Perch. Easy to find facing Franklin Road, it's a tiny jewel of a place, where everything is hand-picked, handmade, fussed over, and an unexpected pleasure, just like Carrington reported in her October review.
Honestly, it was such a treat that it was more like dessert than coffee. (Though it can be revealed that we did order the 'smores crepe too, and it was deluxe.)
For less than a cup of Starbucks, I'd put Perch's decaf latte up against anything you'd find in Williamson County, and even some of Nashville's best offerings. What about you, Bites readers? Was the coffee at Perch in your Top 10?