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| - Hipsters rejoice! Yet another super trendy, farm-to-table, 17th ave hot spot filled with bearded patrons using the WiFi to update their blogs (I sound like a hater, but I'm drawn to these spots like a moth to a magnet, or whatever).
Had lunch with a friend today and sizzled in the glorious sunshine coming in from the open windows. I chowed down on the kale salad, which was perfect for lunch - a springy bed of kale with double-smoked BACON and weird but awesome Parmesan crisps. The highlight, though, was undoubtedly the egg on top - the blood orange yolk was cooked to runny perfection and acted as a dressing, as did my tears of joy at the pure masterpiece in front of me.
I also had a Caesar, which was kind of meh. It tasted a bit watered down, almost in the way that the massively inferior Bloody Mary does when you have the tremendous misfortune of accidentally ordering a Caesar in the states and getting that instead. Disappointment is what I'm getting at, folks. The cocktail menu looked dynamite, though; wish I had ordered something from that instead.
This place is worth going to for the patio alone, but the bacon and the beards sure are perks!
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