Jefe ***3/5 stars

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.

I'm getting all of it,
but the dinosaur in pink long underwear...

Banana Hammock, of course

Strange lovers on their anniversary.

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.

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.

Really good, really over-priced guac.

Nicki swears the Classic is a brunch barometer.
If so, this one is dipping into bad weather territory.

Chliaquiles Verde

Breakfast Tostada

Chorizo Eggs Benedict
Them plantains, tho.

Corn Mango Pancakes

Simple Jefe Breakfast, my personal favorite.

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.

One of these is the REAL Mr. Fox

Winning

Freaky Sailors

Party Monsters and Pancho Villa