Yesterday:
Beneil was a conscientious bartender but was way too preoccupied with stocking. He was unpacking boxes NONSTOP. And it was happy hour, on a Monday but still. There were 8 people at the bar. Get that $ hit done by 3! We ordered boom dip, delish; guac-atony, also delish; broccoli, perfect and Brussels Sprouts (BS), EPIC FAIL. I suspected by the color that they were underdone. The first bite confirmed it. Because Berneil was sweating (literally, uh, gross) the task of stocking I had to flag a runner to send them back. She was cool. A manager-looking dude came out. He acknowledged they were hard and said they would boil them longer. Because we finished the rest of our food and they were still absent I interrupted the stocker/bartender to request they put the BS right in a to go box. Guess what I'm eating right now, (which reminded me to Yelp this)? You guessed it, The BS! And they are twins to first order. This is TMJ discomfort. Epic fail Oreganos. Let your bartenders bartend and stop effing up the BS. On a happy note, the beer was cold.