Ice House ***3.5/5 stars

Live music is perhaps one of the best enhancements to any brunch. I'm noticing this trend more and more around town, and now I don't want to go anywhere without. Ice House makes mornings seem enchanted. The space is open, yet warm. The lighting is glowy. The acoustics are perfection. I want to stay forever, but I can't afford it.

I totally stole this photo. Forgot to get a good image of the whole space.

Live folk. Perfect for brunch.

The food menu here has your standard snobby fare. It contains words like duck and brisket and truffle and brioche.

The drink menu contains words like Wangdangsupertang and Chesty Larue. Both of which I consumed. The Wangdang tastes like Tang, which my dad started drinking after his stomach couldn't handle real OJ. I hope I don't inherit that fate. Tang is fake orange juice. An there ain't nothin' right about fake OJ, especially with vodka in it. Reminds me of that one time in college when we bought a 2-liter of orange soda and a liter of Phillips, emptied half of the 2-liter of soda and added the entire liter of vodka. Buh bye.

The Chesty

Pretty regular bloody.

So far we're just floatin' along with our cocktails and The Graduate soundtrack. Waitin' for the fabulous-sounding food to arrive. But first, our Brunchitizer™! Savory eu claire with bacon and fried egg. Actually, wished it was a little more sweet a little less savory...

Here it comes. Mushrooms Crepes were...okay. Something off about the texture and flavor.

The Crispy Pork Biscuit with gravy. Al liked it. As always, looks like vomita to me.

The Salmon Benedict. Wish I would have had this instead of the Crepes...

The breakfast burger, yo, on english muffin, see. Fantastic.

While Ice House wasn't the best food or best service, the atmosphere alone wins it major points. Ladies, make your OK Cupid date take you so you don't have to pick up the check. Otherwise, we could all get second jobs working the overnight at SA.

The ice isn't off yet...

Peace out from Bad Eggs.