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| - So let me tell you little boys and girls a story about the craftsman.
It is mothers day 2016, and I am preparing to get my brunch on. But not too hard, because sober Samantha said that I had to behave. So I order a bloody mary, and it comes out in the largest mug I have ever seen - tall, skinny, and beautiful. However, the bottom of the bloody was warm, and it was not strong enough for my taste.
There was a beer release for the vintage pink IPA, so I requested this as my chaser. A porter came out, and the waitress assured me that the beer was pink if I held it up in the light - when she realized her mistake she brought over an entire pint. Then another waitress realized the mistake and brought over a new beer chaser. All of a sudden, bam! its mothers day, and I have four drinks in front of me. Sober Samantha was not pleased until after her fourth mimosa - they were bottomless for only 10 bones - what a deal!
The food was amazing - I had a BLT Benedict, which is an amazing eggs Benedict on toasted foccocia with jalapeno aioli. The breakfast potatoes are on the fringe between very thick pub chips and circular french fries. Are you wondering whether that is a good thing? Well it is - they rock socks.
I was tricked into feeling like the service was great - pro tip to restaurant owners: It doesn't matter how negligent your waitstaff are, as long as they are trained to apologize in free drinks.
Finally, please remember that rooftop patios are the best kind of patios.
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