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| - Come here for brunch or early lunch otherwise you will be singing the same woes of all the other 1-3 star Yelpers.
I mean how can you really hate a place that had 1/2 price bottles of wine, i mean i guess you could if you were one of those "McCain-loving-obama is a socialist-there is no parking for my H2" type people but i personally appreciate cheap stuff.
The best way to do my florist is as follows...
Roll out of bed on a Sunday, it's 10am, your head is pounding and you cant think straight. Stumble to the bathroom, clean up, cover up last night's hair with a hat, don some big sunglasses, pick up friends and head to Florist. Order a mimosa, drink it, and order a bloody marry. (best around) Okay, you are starting to feel human again, execute stage two; biscuits and gravy OR if last night was particularly rough stick with eggs on toast. Continue with afore mentioned drinks and mastication until all is right in the world.
Look this is not an amazing restaurant but it is GOOD. They always have discounted drink specials or cheap wine, the food is consistent and service is the best if you sit at the bar.
For dinner make sure to get the breads with herbed butter and the cheese plate. Sandwiches are no Pane Bianco but they are all pretty solid with the Turkey and Brie being my standby.
I am sorry but what is wrong with the piano lady covering current hits with a jazz inflection, if you want Brahm's 9th Symphony go somewhere other than a trendy cafe, Jesus. It is klitchy and gets her tips, calm down fancy pants, it is however true it can get loud in the seats right by her.
Oh... the bathroom is completely private and shwankily candle lit... so ah... yea. Watch how much you drink and who may or may not be pulling you into said den of inequity for covert lip-locking
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