swagger & stagger. last weekends adventures in "what be the bruncheon destination location?" fell into the laps of our trusty cohorts; the cackalacks. theyd clucked some kind words about red stag grill some weeks before and so, there wasnt much need for stretching our collective mind muscles. after a brief wait in the striking lobby of the grand bohemian hotel, which was an eye popping experience in itself, we were led down the way to our table. our server; a fine gentleman and obvious veteran of the scene, laid out the spiel of the specials, took our drink order and left us to discuss the menu.
i had seen a little ditty on the online version earlier that just couldnt be denied, a benedict called; the three little pigs. true to its name, it consisted of a couple biscuits smothered by pulled pork, house-made bacon, hoop cheddar, sausage gravy and bbq sauce; served with their house potatoes. if that dont sound good to you, then you just aint livin right. the other scoundrels i was with; rooster, lady, wizard and mrs. mcstyles, were well on their way to their own ends. that bottomless pit; rooster, unsurprisingly, went for the brunch burger. fried egg, house bacon, hollandaise, gruyere cheese, sausage gravy on a challah bun and fenced in by some house potatoes, it sounded like a beast. the wizard figured i was reading a pretty good book and opted for the same page as i, while the wife went for the special; a wonderful sounding quiche. lady cackalack was sailing a completely different sea than we, opting for their beer & bacon mussels.
after we let the man know our intentions, dialog and drink moved us along. though i must report a sour note of sorts; the mimosas ($7) were a half-filled wine glass sort of affair. eyes were rolled, curses muttered, but like a sympatico psychic, our server appeared a few minute later to explain that it was the hotels anniversary and as such, they were offering a complimentary glass of champagne, or a mimosa, to each of their brunch guests. so the drinks were comped. those that had ordered the 'glass half empty' felt less duped. we all eased back into our easy chairs. then, in no particular order; the plates were laid.
at first glance i was slightly underwhelmed by the size of the portion before me, but it was a false alarm. in the end it turned out to be just the right amount of food, which is to say; a couple bites more than i needed. and as for the enjoyment factor, there was a collective buzz among us that spoke louder than any play by play anecdote could. though i must make a special mention of the house potatoes. as far as we could tell, they appeared to have been boiled, baked, and then, fried, and then, detonated. they were a fantastical achievement, and nary a single kernel was left unfettered. no, it didnt take much time for everyones plates to return to their natural state. now, with our lazy eyes and chesire grins, we spoke to the beasts on the wall with their wild antlers, mocking then in their final predicament. we, mountain city dwellers, hunting our feasts with debit cards, always ready to wrestle something wild into docility without spilling a drop of blood or liquor.
sorry, didnt mean to get all jack london there at the end. the food was delicious, and the service was masterful. recommended.
grade: b+ (gay ladies and manly men drink mimosas and we want every last drop to the top, not that other jip job)