This is the rear entrance of Spill the Wine. I came at it from this direction, so this is what you get. Another rare, warm November Sunday, too lazy to pump anything, I mounted my semi-flat-tired bike and hard pedaled my way up to Bryant and Lake to meet some work friends. (Don't worry, they're cool.)
This be the inside. I'm into it. Ample space filled with metal and wood and sweet, hazy mid-day light. Where are all the people? I guess it was 10 a.m. Church and/or drunken sleep wasn't over yet... But we were there, ready to get down into one...or four of these magical freaking mason jars. Any possibility of a productive day just went off the rails.
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| Good, SPICY bloody (with vodka). |
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| Strawberry Basil Mimosa? Yessssssss. |
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| Pear Ginger Mimosa? Okay fineeeee. |
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| Time to sober up with some fancy ass coffee. |
Alright, let's get to the menu. We've got classics and fritattas and scrambles and some other unordinary stuff I'll get to in a sec. Nobody went for the sugar, but I am dying to know how their lemon ricotta pancakes compare to Hell's Kitchen. Note: I haven't reviewed Hell's Kitchen yet because every time I tell someone I have a MPLS brunch blog they ask me if I've been there, like it's some great hidden secret. No disrespect, Hell's, but you've kinda become a brunch commodity. Then I'd have to review Perkin's or Denny's. OMG. Note to self: review Perkins or Denny's.
Thaz the burrito with chili braised pork. Es bueno. But ya know, friends, I just really dislike fried potato squares. They're usually dry and flavorless like chewing little cardboard boxes. These were better than the standard food service delivery, but not amazing.
Here's the veggie scramble with more damned potato cubes.
Pork belly & kimchi fried rice, scallion, chili hollandaise. Whoa.
Kale Benedict. I don't know. I expected it to be something. It was nothing special. At all. AND my poached eggs were hard. Blasphemy! Guess it's time for another drink...
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| Shiny, happy people. |
