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| - Heather and I took my brother and his fiance here for a late dinner Saturday night. We've had a few aborted attempts at trying Mitzi's Sister in the past, so were happy to finally make it in for a bite!
There were live tunes scheduled, and the opener was just tuning up. There was a couple at the door charging cover for the show. We had no intention of staying long as we had an early day ahead of us, and when my brother said "ah, man, there's a cover charge" the guy immediately asked if we were just there for food. We answered yes, and he said something like "no worries, then, come on in, just don't crowd the stage!". (We took a seat in the window, well away from the action; I like to think we helped make them look a bit busier than they were!)
So, points scored for being cool and letting us in FoC for food!
Anyway, we got situated and serverman came over looking a bit like a younger, hipper Weird Al, and that's awesome; so far the night's looking pretty good. We ordered a couple poutines (regular and mushroom), chicken tenders, and I opt for the chicken wings (baked!). I couldn't decide on the sauce, so Al recommended the Spicy BBQ and gave me some Tangy Suicide on the side to try.
Beer/drinks were had. Weird Al was amusing in his chagrined admission that they were low on draft options due to renovations. We dug his style and didn't let the lack of draft variety get us down.
Food arrived and man, those wings looked good! If I was deeply bummed by the mediocrity of Duff's "world famous" wings, I'm deeply impressed by the out-of-left-field-awesomeness of Mitzi's baked offering. These are tasty wings! The BBQ sauce was excellent with some decent kick, and I'm pleased as punch. At less than $1/wing, let me rephrase: I'm pleased as a jab-jab-feint-hook-to-the-body flurry for the TKO victory.
(While I sampled the tangy suicide, it's... gross -- like really sour shrimp cocktail sauce, seriously. WTF? Oh well -- I pushed it aside and tried to forget its existence, which is easy to do because the wings were that damned good. Whatever you do, don't get the Tangy Suicide sauce!)
Poutines were good. Not remarkable-good, but good. C'est la vie. Chicken tenders were rather tasty, and I'm inclined to say they're the best I've ever had -- but don't put too-too much stock in that, because I'm not a fan of breaded chicken thingdoos and haven't really had broad experience. These were enough to make me reconsider that, though, tasty as they were.
Finally, I'll close with saying that the same guy taking cover was cool enough to help a hardluck fellow off the street with his bag-o-change, trading for more easily carried (and concealed) bills. While this may seem weird, I gotta say it gave me the warm fuzzies. People can be pricks to those less fortunate than them, and Mitzi's vibe is decidedly anti-that mentality. Doesn't hurt them to do that small nicety, but I'm sure it's a big deal to the man in question.
Good on 'em.
So yes: Good to great food, drinks (fair prices!), cool service, positive vibe... yeah, we'll be back!
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