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| - We'd decided on Lucky's for brunch, having read and heard about it as being "dang good" for such an occasion. Our visit took place on a Sunday in the early afternoon, and as expected, Lucky's was slammed. It's a smaller eatery tucked into the back streets of Tremont, surrounded by residential housing, a high-end chocolate & beer place, and some other hipster stores - while the emphasis upon locally-grown produce, etc. is apparent, as well as the seemingly genuine pride of place that Lucky's has for Cleveland, large and spacious is what it's not (although, in their defense, outdoor seating is available). In short, don't expect to avoid waiting in a line to gain entry. Our wait wasn't too bad (less than ten minutes), even with the work-day at Lucky's obviously in full swing. We were seated, commenced our conversation, and waited for our server.
And waited for our server.
And waited for our server.
And looked through the menu, making our meal decisions, grinning about all of the delicious-sounding options (while lamenting their price tag).
And waited for our server some more.
And noticed that a fair number of tables around us were waiting as well, one albeit definitely less patiently (judging by the strained expression on her face, they were pretty hungry and annoyed).
At long last, our server showed up, asked if we'd like to get something to drink, took our order on the whole, and disappeared. She may have been tired, as it was the rush-brunch hour, but there wasn't a lot of engagement with us at all.
Then, the waiting for our meal commenced. I began to count at the twenty-minute mark, watching the tables around us. A couple was seated (after us) to our right, with another couple seated (after us, and after couple on the right) to our left. The left-handers received their meal first, followed by the grumpy, hungry folks on the right (who asked to speak to the manager after their meal, and were given a phone number to call instead, with no apology), and finally, after we'd waited for 35-40 minutes for our meal, it arrived.
It was rich and delicious - don't get me wrong. I'd ordered the backed Macaroni & Cheese with Bacon, and it was ridiculous. Made from scratch with heavy cream, multiple cheeses, and the works, it was smokily offset by the same kind of bacon my wife received on the side of her meal. I tend to finish my meals, and I honestly couldn't hack this one - tasty as all get out, but so, so freaking rich (not that I didn't expect it, reading the ingredients). It was only comparable to the Mac & Cheese I had in Seattle at Lunch Box Laboratory (which is phenomenal) - really good stuff. My wife's meal was also pretty dang tasty - huge waffles, topped with legit whipped cream and all kinds of locally-grown fruity goodness. I felt cavities forming instantly when I took a bite, and she couldn't finish it, either. All in all, a very tasty meal, albeit pretty intense - the bill was pretty intense, as well, coming in just over $40.00 (with tip).
In observing other tables, I found myself wondering afterward if our server just had an off day, or perhaps, if we'd gotten stuck with the "chill" girl who just doesn't really care. The other servers seemed sprightly and involved, with the dude taking care of a table near explaining how awesome the place is, how you're not allowed to substitute stuff on the menu (I suppose because the place is so small, and has a limited run of meals), and the like. Kind of wish we'd gotten him, instead.
Not a bad experience, but probably not a repeat. Good food? Check. Expensive? Oh, yes. Service? Depends on who you get. Flexibility in regard to meal content? Apparently, nada.
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