Solid brunch. The seven of us trickled in slowly but surely after a long previous evening and made our first orders. Some went with Guinness, I tried to order a Bloody but they were having to search for a key ingredient so I opted for a Breckenridge Vanilla Porter instead (get one when you see it, they're deeeelish).
Food menu for brunch is limited, but what we had we all loved. I went with the chicken hash which is really more like an open-faced pot pie or a Shepherd's pie without the mashed potatoes, and is served on croissant halves. It was about as decadent as it sounds, yes. My friend's blackberry French toast was ridiculous (more tart than sweet) and the guys that ordered the salmon omelette were all very pleased, especially with the cumin on the potatoes. Good call, Brillobox.
I hear it's loaded with hipsters as night falls, but this particular Sunday it was wide open and sparsely populated. The bartender was also the server and was just busy enough to cause delays and empty glasses, but it was nothing we couldn't get over with another round of drinks.