Well, Turkey Day has come and gone, but let's not forget about Halloween, people. My procrastination is fueling your foggy memory of October. If you're a mild-mannered, passive-aggressive Minnesotan with christian guilt, your excuse to get freaky only comes around once a year (twice if you count 'merica's birthday.) And we try to stretch out the freak as long as possible...so why not start with brunch?! A wise person once said, you can't drink all day if you don't start in the morning. So, let's get crackin'...
Jefe is a relatively new joint positioned discretely on the south-east end of the ever-so-quaint St. Anthony Main. Graced with towering ceilings and a spacious floor plan, we thought it the perfect locale to host a massive costume brunch.
Jefe's interior is wicked cool. They have a sick patio, and a v. spicy statue of some day-of-the-dead bad hombre. The exposed brick, wooden beams and low lighting really enhance the old-world Mexico theme.
Understandably, a 20-person reservation can be hard to
handle. As we watched the weirdos filter through the door, settle down
and tuck into their first round of brunch cocktails, I knew this was
going to be at least a 3-hour affair, and I was hoping the staff was up
for it.
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I'm getting all of it,
but the dinosaur in pink long underwear... |
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| Banana Hammock, of course |
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| Strange lovers on their anniversary. |
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| Tee-hee. |
It might be, that I've died, risen from the dead and ended up at brunch.
I must've done something right... As you may have guessed, Jefe
declares themselves an "Urban Hacienda" serving upscale Mexican street
foods, a personal fave. The brunch menu reads accordingly, featuring
tostadas, chilaquiles, guacamole, corn pancakes, plantains... And the
American breakfast for all the v. boring locals who can't handle the
spice.
WARNING: THE BLOODY IS BAD. DON'T ORDER THE BLOODY.
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| Looks bueno, tastes no bueno. |
So the wait staff split our table in half and tag-teamed the service.
The irony of this, was that one dude was really great and attentive and
the other dude forgot to drink her coffee that morning, or coke, or
whatever she needed to be alive... Unfortunately, I was stuck on the
unlucky side of the table along with Persephone and her Satyr mate, a
shark, a hot dog and half of the Beetlejuice cast. I do cite first world
problems here, as we did eventually get everything we needed... And it
was pretty dece.
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| Really good, really over-priced guac. |
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Nicki swears the Classic is a brunch barometer.
If so, this one is dipping into bad weather territory. |
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| Chliaquiles Verde |
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| Breakfast Tostada |
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Chorizo Eggs Benedict
Them plantains, tho. |
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| Corn Mango Pancakes |
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| Simple Jefe Breakfast, my personal favorite. |
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| Chilaquiles Rojo |
After several hours and a bazillion photo ops, our bills arrived. We had some sorting to do, and luckily we're a peacful mob. We were happy to reassess the misappropriations. I do think the food was over-priced, and the service was sketchy, but we enjoyed our opening Halloween ceremonies here at Jefe...and I have to give points to the staff for putting up with our crew. For the record, other estabs have handled us like pros (nod to
Eat Street Social). We might be back to see how a normal scenerio would conclude. Hasta.
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| One of these is the REAL Mr. Fox |
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| Winning |
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| Freaky Sailors |
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| Party Monsters and Pancho Villa |
