Attico’s Italian Market Brunch – How A Sunday Should Feel.

Some Sundays ask for very little. Others deserve a proper table, good food, and time you don’t feel the need to keep checking. I went for the second option and took the family to Attico.

For years, Attico at the Radisson Blu Plaza Bangkok sat quietly in Sukhumvit, largely under the radar. It was there, but it wasn’t shouting. Now it has decided to make its presence felt again, giving neighbourhood regulars another reason to stay local on a Sunday for the Italian Market Brunch. This isn’t choreographed. It moves more like an Italian market. You wander. You pause. You circle back. You eat because something looks good, not because a course has been announced. In between, you glance out through the large picture windows and watch Sukhumvit go about its day, 28 floors below.

We started where it made sense. Thinly sliced salmon dressed simply, with capers and citrus doing just enough. A delicate white fish carpaccio lifted with grapefruit. Small glasses of tuna tartare that delivered more than they promised.

The seafood counter is prawns piled on ice, mussels tucked around the edges, oysters waiting patiently, crab broken down. This is where conversation slows, sleeves get pushed back, and someone always says, ‘Just one more.’ The Thai seafood sauce is a winner and makes space for itself in the Italian spread.

Vitello tonnato followed. Thin slices, a silky anchovy-laced sauce, nothing exaggerated. One of those old classic recipes that doesn’t need reworking to prove its point.

Then came the comfort dishes. Lasagna cut into neat squares, exactly as it should be. Parmigiana that doesn’t hold back. Pasta made to order, with trays of fresh shapes laid out like a market stall rather than a buffet line. You choose, you wait a moment, it arrives hot.

Pizza kept landing throughout lunch. Margherita with blistered crust and clean tomato flavour. Quattro formaggi leaning comfortably into indulgence. You tear, you share, you quietly defend your favourite slice. Nobody is wrong.

The carving station is where things slow down. Beef Wellington sliced properly, its pastry intact and the centre just right. Roasted lamb carved to order, pork with its crackling intact, and whole fish that flakes. There’s no rush. The sides of creamed spinach, divine mashed potatoes and grilled vegetables deserve serious attention. Treat this section as a final stop before dessert or go right back for another salad

There’s bread everywhere, because there should be. Focaccia, sliced loaves, soughdough,crisp breadsticks, all clearly meant to mop up sauces. Plates overlap. The table fills up. Lunch stretches.

Dessert brings into play profiteroles stacked high, chocolate sauce poured generously, chocolate mousse, pannacotta, lava cakes in demi-tasse cups and a chocolate fountain.

What worked was how naturally it suited a family table. Different appetites, different ages, different rhythms, all moving comfortably through the same space. You ate what you wanted, skipped what you didn’t, and trusted that something else would catch your eye next.

Attico’s Italian Market Brunch understands Sundays. You arrive hungry, stay longer than planned, and leave with that rare feeling that the day has been properly used. And yes, there’s wine, plenty of it. Ask for the wine list with special offers for the brunch.

Make your reservation, and work Attico into your plans on the weekend. Stay local on Sukhumvit.