|The Doctor, Lady, and four Troubadors|
The Lady of the Book and I worked our way down to St. Dymphna's for an 11am brunch, where we found the Doctor already waiting. We had been warned by the Troubadours that they may be running late as they all had to pack up. When we arrived, the place was empty and the waitress was just putting the billboard up out front. It seemed like an ominous sign that we had to ask if it was ok to enter.
While waiting a considerable time for the troupe (artistes are never on time), the waitress served us some decidedly mediocre coffee. When we asked about the drinks, she recommended the bloody mary, which she had "made last night." Never one to ignore the suggestions of an attractive woman, I took her up on the offer. Like most of my dealings with the female of the species, disappointment reigned. There was nothing special about it, and I even needed to ask for additional horseradish - a sure sign of a mediocre drink.
Things got worse as the troupe showed up and the conversation improved. St. Dymphna's menu isn't extensive and it made it even more difficult for about half of our crew as they were "out of french toast." To me, this is totally unacceptable for a brunch place - especially when as we noticed from the rest of the menu, that they had eggs and bread - the two main ingredients for french toast. St. Dymphna's is an Irish bar, so maybe this was a delayed reaction to Thierry Henry's handball.
|The Full Irish|
The highlight of the meal (other than the group decision that boobs and brunch are a great combination) was the Pimm's Cup cocktail order by the Doctor. Pimm's has always been one of my favorite liquors since being introduced to "Pimm's and lemonade" in New Zealand. It was refreshing and not too sweet.
Although, the conversation was thrilling, I did feel like I let down my Boston visitors by taking them to such a middling place. I guess this is what I get for going outside the border of Astoria.
Until next time, Happy Brunching!