First and foremost, I can't believe it's taken me this long to come here. A friend and I came in for lunch yesterday...if that's what you want to call it. I'll call it grown up Sunday Funday. I say grown up because we were super classy and drank wine. So we order a bottle of the rose, we're sitting at the baron the outside enjoying the fine Sunday afternoon. The place is relatively busy considering it was that awkward time between lunch and dinner.
We ordered the deviled eggs. um. duh. Of course they were great. Kinda hard to eff up a boiled egg. But there's is real good - bacon on top. Anything with bacon on top is better. Well you know, after some girl gabbing and a few glasses of crisp wine, and some eggs, we just had to order another bottle of wine. The bartender was a gem. So attentive to our glasses - were never empty for more than a minute. She knew what she was doing that's for sure. Then we ordered the baked mac and cheese with bacon on top - so damn good. I might have been buzzed eating but that was some preeetttyyy good mac. And I know mac. I guess the reoccuring theme here is bacon and wine. I don't hate it.
There were these three douchey old men that insisted we scoot over so they could sit at the bar...he kept calling the bartender honey sugar or some name of endearment. I threw up in my mouth a bit.
The only reason it's not 5 stars is because there were like a billion flies. Okay, I get it, I was sitting outside, and they were doing their best with the high powered fans but that shit was still nasty. Flies in or around a restaurant is a big no no. Go get one of those blue zappy light things and exterminate those little fuckers cus I'm pretty sure one ALMOST landed on an egg and that would have been real gross. Flies throw up or poop or whatever every time they land. Yeah think about that. Real appetizing. I'm fairly positive I'll be back for plenty more grown up Sunday Fundays because that outside patio, sans flies, is the perfect little relaxing spot to get a good Sunday buzz.