Came for HH and a craving for the Bacon Bloody Mary, but alas there would be no BM's today, as the mixes were not made. Settled on one of the HH drink specials-a $3 mug of Batch 19 Pre-Prohibition lager.
We sat inside, watched the pool frolickers and I breathed a sigh of relief to see that our drinks were not served in mason jars-they were used for jelly jar lighting instead-insert sigh of relief here-and I could just get back to singing along with the Arctic Monkeys with my inside voice.
Soon after we were seated came a whole table of douchery, worse, a hoard of excessively drunk and loud douchery lead by a extremely loud douchebaguette. Fortunately, she didn't have the moves like Jagger, nor the constitution like Richards and vanished (most likely to the nearest restroom) for the majority of our stay.
All our niblies ( which turned out to be a vast amount of food) were expertly served by Devon:
Pretzel Bites with Provolone Fondue-totally delish carb and cheese goodness
Grilled Cheese Sliders-a bit uneventful
Meatloaf Sandwich-too muted and bland
House Potato Chips & Onion dip-succinctly tasty
Would definitely return to try their main menu.