Sup, bro? Welcome to Betty Danger's freaky mini golf course. Are you stoked yet?
How 'bout now? Cool. Let's check out the "open air" patio. Fountain, horse head, fireplace. Check. Country Club kitsch.
Look at these jerks! Okay, the baby's not a jerk, but everyone else is. Notice that we closed our garage door. We were sternly reprimanded for that later... I'm not kidding. Place is kinda snobby, ironically.
Surprise! We're drinking before noon again. Bloody was okay, but not the accoutrement. What a disappointing celery shaft!
Okay, so you can't find effing anything in these menus...the brunch is all over the place mixed in with things that are clearly not brunch. Like chips and guacamole. Chips and guacamole is not brunch. I'm going on record. Don't argue with me!
Biz-ness time. Here's Faberge Eggs: looks like hobo breakfast, tastes like fabulous. Brett Bullion, check that grammar and punctuation. It can't be right...
They call this the Montauk Meltie, but it's obviously a freaking quesadilla. Don't B.S. me, Betty. The word is that this actually tastes pretty jammin'. In my opinion, if your order a "Meltie" here, you're paying too much for it.
My Plaid Morning hash. This was pretty outstanding, not gonna lie.
We got more o' that. So tasty.
And pancakes for the table. Wow. They were delicious.
Let's wrap up with a large sandwich. The Eldridge is spicy braised beef with a side of mash. This is a bold brunch move, sir. Bold.
Oh look! Someone got a margarita. Notice the custom stir stick...
And, bathroom break. This bathroom is the prettiest bathroom in the whole wide world. I'm serious.
When you're done with that you can pay $15 for some biscuits and a ferris wheel ride. Tinder dates, get on this shit! ....Wild Horses....... (If you got that joke, let's be friends.)
So, Betty Danger's. Good food, bitchy service (btw), and a ferris wheel, mf'r. Worth a trip for the spectacle that it is, but not sure if it's worth a trip back, unless Tinder date is paying.
Word.
