FITJ's Tropical Brunch doesn't pick a lane — and honestly, why would it.

Za'atar next to gochujang. Mango chia next to hangover pasta. Coconut cream, chili oil, aged balsamic, chermoula — all on the same table, all absolutely refusing to behave.

Pick your sweet, load up on savory, and build the kind of spread that actually makes sense for the way you eat — not the way a menu tells you to. Dishes come in waves. Portions are not modest. The afternoon has nowhere it needs to be.

Bring your hungriest people, order more than seems reasonable, and see what's left standing. Not your typical wee brunch. Forking obviously. 🌿