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It's 11:35am.
As I stroll through Container Park on a beautiful Halloween weekend morning, eagerly awaiting the next opportunity to permanently scar my body with a nerd alert, I see the sign: hot Jameson mulled apple cider. With no voice and really nothing to lose, I saunter over to bin 702 and do it!
Curiosity gets the best of me with the montaditos (mini wiches). Although the kind server tells me the Cuban is of course very popular, I've had Cuban sandwiches a bit too commonly in order for me to pass up some of the other, more 'exotic' offerings. I choose the bresaola with gorgonzola (ughhhhh such a blue cheese sluuuut) and honey; she chooses the cab mushrooms.
Opting to sit outside and soak in the shaded sunshine, I recognize that bin 702 is indeed a hipster's paradise: craft cocktails, AMAZING beer selection, limited menu surrounding meat and cheese and small charcuterie platters, peppered with interest-piquing artistic expressions and deliberately mismatched outdoor furniture. I love it. I'm too old to give any f's about what is considered "cool" by the kids these days. It's comfy, homely, friendly, and now that my order is out, it's also yummy!
Though the sandwiches could use *slightly* more seasoning across the board, WHAT ADORABLE LITTLE FINGER WICHES!!! Smoked gouda is perfection with the mushrooms, and whoever first paired gorgonzola with honey definitely also knows where a woman's g-spot is. And that cider! Truly did help cure my missing voice and sore throat.
I dig you, bin 702. Keep on doing you.
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