FOLK: It's What's for Breakfast & Lunch
FOLK you came, I ate, you stole my heart. Nestled in the same building as their sister restaurant, The Farmer's Hand, this long-awaited development is a one of a kind breakfast/lunch spot with the most "instagrammable" interior in Detroit. Did we mention their food is great too? We broke our experience down for you below!
FOLK's bright, charming, simple, 24-seat interior boasts a California vibe with hometown charm. There's a lot of playfulness going on in, that is also reflected in the menu. To be honest, we kind of swooned when we walked up to FOLK. The large-ish outdoor patio edged in fresh growing herbs didn't hurt either. The interior is centered around the very open kitchen, which makes it easy to watch the creation of your avo toast or Big Guy (pictured below). The C.L. Stefani LLC. design company hit it out of the park with this one! We love everything about this interior - the geometric bar, the tables in the window, the lighting and the woodwork milled by Donut Shop Design! Please design my house! FOLK has all the details but at it's root is a minimalist establishment. Everything has a purpose which I really appreciate as that's how I try to live life: simple and significant.
Now onto the food. Similar to The Farmer's Hand, FOLK sources all of their food from local purveyors such as Sister Pie, Reilly Creamery (YES! AFFOGATO!) among others. I dined a couple days after opening and damn, did they get the food right off the rip. I tried the Avocado Toast - an A+, Folk Bowl - a little pricey but great, Lil' Guy - delicious with that homemade piri piri and a matcha cashew milk latte. All I would order again and all equally beautiful. Next time I'm coming for the Tahini Latte & the Waffle Brekky (with a gluten free waffle)! Overall their food is what my breakfast/lunch dreams are made of.
I've been saying for years that Detroit has a lack of breakfast spots so I am super happy and grateful that FOLK finally opened it's doors. Welcome to Detroit, FOLK! We <3 you!
Candice Simons, j'adore Detroit