First let me say that this review is for the Sunday brunch, not a concert or stopping in for pizza
This brunch was awful. Do not go here for brunch. The food was served buffet style. Gross, failing nursing home buffet style. Dingy, Shawshank Prison buffet style. The Baltimore of buffets, a crime scene. Grade school French toast sticks, burnt half dollar sized sausage patties and a quiche that made me wish I had lost all five of my senses were the highlights. I think the granola was just cocktail nuts taken from the bar and coated in corn syrup. All self served into a plastic divided cafeteria tray and eaten with silverware salvaged from a Monongahela shipwreck. I would gladly have paid $13 to have the cook throw the food into a dumpster.
My drink was also gross. A michelada in name only. Watery, thinned out tomato juice and other suspect ingredients thrown into an 8oz glass served lukewarm. A glass of V8 with a Coors Light dumped into it would have been better by miles. They should call their version a Michenada, as in nada lot of flavor, nada lot of effort put into it and nada lot of pleasure forcing it down my throat.
Brunch is over. It's dead. And Spirit Lodge killed it. Don't go here for brunch. Don't go to brunch. Stay home and make your own noon on a Sunday breakfast. Also, it was hot as balls in that basement. Get a goddamn air conditioner!
Truth!