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| - On the lovely Sunday over MLK weekend, my friends and I rode our bikes down to this joint to see what was a-happenin'. What was happening at the outdoor bar was a huge gay circuit party, which was kind of awesome to see on a Sunday afternoon. We veered left, to grab some food before shoehorning ourselves into the Rebar gaiety. Service was a little weird in that we kind of stood around waiting for someone to acknowledge us and be seated - Do we go inside, just have a seat? what? But then we were cheerfully seated on the patio without much waiting.
Nitty-gritty: chips and salsa were good, but the salsa was totally the old spicy smoky one they had at Ticoz, I swears! (loved it then, not sure what the slight twist they did to it for Bliss, but it's aight still)
Tortilla pizza thing with the pesto, tomato and mozz: meh. there was no zip to it. Very oily and heavy.
Shrimp tempura tacos? Some tasty business. Generously filled with fattie shrimps, and just fresh, crispy and delicious. Didn't come served with any lemon wedges, so we totally ghetto fished the wedges out of our water glasses, and it made a big diff.
Not so great was waiting half an hour for our cocktail order. That's the sucky thing about restaurant service when the waiter has to depend on the bar to make drinks for them. Considering how slammed the bar was with cocktailing 'mos, I understand, but it makes for bad service over on the restaurant side. We were comped our delicious white sangrias for having to wait so long, and that was very much appreciated.
And then, we went to the bar. It was less packed than when we arrived, but still pretty populated, the bartender, David, was just catching up and picking up all the crap he had to clean up after being hit so hard. I thought he was the only bartender there, but it turns out there was another one at the decidedly less busy inside bar area. Didn't seem like outdoor guy had much help, which sucks. I'm sure they made good money that day, but could have probably made a sh*t-ton more with better staffing.
Despite David clearly being pummelled, he was amazingly even-tempered, gracious and polite, and made excellent cocktails, though we had to coach him (only the once) to chill the vodka in our bombers. It was a great place to be on a Sunday afternoon, just hanging out, unpretentious, and 2-4-1 doesn't suck one bit. Definitely will be rolling down there some more.
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