Glam doll is just that. Adorable, retro, sweet and pink. Bonus: we had a coupon for a free donut from Thursday night's Trivia Mafia at Mac's. 3rd place, bitches! Don't hate.
So we ordered three: the lemon cream cheese thing (my favorite), the Surly bacon beer thing (too smoky) and the peanut butter sri racha thing...wha??? Actually that one's pretty good.
Per our original plan, we rolled down the street to the Copper Hen. According to the host, they were completely booked. The place looks like somewhere you'd have an effing baby shower. We were dressed in the remnants of last night's party clothes, streaks of mascara and pillow-styled hair. I felt like a hooker trying to shop on Rodeo drive. "We don't have anything for YOU here..."
On to plan B, Tinto, which has recently overtaken the old Spill the Wine on Lake and Bryant.
I have to say they did a really great job re-designing the interior. Colorful, bright and open. You might have a baby shower here, but it would be the kind where everyone drinks too much tequila, goes down the street and buys leather whips at Bondesque. You know, that kind.
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| Sweet mural. |
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| Oooooo, decorative pillows! |
The menu is full of mexican delights, obvi. We ordered up giant waters, and some chasers. The bloody mary here is pretty fantastic.
Our server was a little spacey. He was also playing bartender, but didn't bring us straws for our drinks. Ice water without a straw is a crotch bath waiting to happen.
So here we have the chorizo benny, which was actually quite underseasoned, and Kel said the corn cakes were soggy and underwhelming.
This is the juevos rancheros. Pretty standard and underseasoned as well. The potatoes are fried with jalapenos. Not bad. Kelly had to ask for hot sauce. They brought some special stuff from the kitchen, which was the bomb. Why'd we have to ask?
The best part about this brunch, other than the bloody, was the live jazz band that they slammed into this crevice in the back. Now, I have to admit that I have been very vocal about the fact that I hate jazz, but this was the easy Sunday morning kind. I dug it, but was really hoping for drunk mariachis...
So, there you have it. The hangover tour that started better than it ended. Ya win some, ya lose some. Up next week: best brunches to take your baby, the sequel to tequila bondage baby shower. Oh wait, we already covered that one. See: Gay 90s Drag and Eggs.
Buh-bye now.
