Val and I have started a new Friday ritual: going out for dinner and A drink and staying out for entirely too many A drinks. And although fun (very, very fun), it leads to a pretty rough Saturday.
The usual rough Saturday brunch spots are Pink Flamingo or Datz.
But this weekend, we decided to deviate from the usual and check out a long time local favorite that neither of us had been to – Pach’s Place. We surely didn’t have expectations other than to appease our growling bellies, but I think there was a 3 to 5 minute shock factor going on as we plopped ourselves at the bar.
Like… Who is Bob Hatton? And is he cool with me drinking his coffee?
All speculation subsided when our food arrived. Val ordered the Pecan Pancakes and I ordered the Eggs Florentine sans hollandaise. My eggs arrived with a boat load of spinach and I was glad. Putting green stuff in a hungover body instantaneously makes me feel a little less terrible.
And then the check arrived.
You’ve got to be kidding me! Our entire order totaled just under fifteen bucks? Looks like we’ve added a new spot to our rough Saturday rotation!