[DUDE! SWEDE!] A year ago, Peter Bro opened a second outpost of his always-bustling Scandinavian bruncherie in the remote northern lands below the Fremont Bridge. From the Southeast Clinton Street father, there's a brunch of spongy lefse potato pancakes, sturdy brown bread with rich cheese, puffy little round ebelskivers to dip in lingonberry jam and egg scrambles with smoked trout and fennel. It also bears the marks of the womb that birthed it, the old Gotham Tavern, keeping the interlaced honey-colored wood beams that break up the space. In present context, they recall IKEA-made Lincoln Logs. The dinner offers delicate small plates like peach salad or smoked trout in buttermilk, and hearty entrees like meatballs or impossibly tender chicken. MARTIN CIZMAR.
Brutal brunch lines are one more reason to go for that dinnertime $20 tasting menu.