Arriving around 11 AM on a Saturday, we were pleasantly surprised that the restaurant was busy, but not packed, and we were seated right away at the long communal tables. We quickly made friends with a festive group of women wearing christmas tree and reindeer headbands and didn't find the whole sitting with strangers concept too horribly awkward.
Deciding that it's five o'clock somewhere, my boyfriend ordered a mimosa while I opted for the traditional bloody mary with a beer back of the Weihenstephaner Original from Brauerei Weihenstephaner in Freisling, Germany (a town I am sure is just as much fun as it is to try to pronounce 'Brauerei Weihenstephaner').
|The best part of waking up...|
The bloody mary was DELICIOUS. Alcoholic but savory, the best part of it may have been the giant pickle (yes, I know, that's what she said) with its crisp bite and tomato-juice-marinated flavor. The beer itself was just fine, nothing special. While I loved my bloody mary, the mimosa was too tart and definitely was not something I would order again.
After being thoroughly overwhelmed by the desire to order everything on the menu, we settled on an order of the 'famous' Publican bacon, some hash browns, and the Loco Moco.
|As unkosher and amazing as my non-Jewish boyfriend|
This bacon is the stuff of my dreams. Fatty, tender, and slathered with an incredible smoky maple syrup, I could eat this all day every day (if it wouldn't lead to me weighing approximately 500 pounds). We were so glad our server recommended this. It simply melts on your tongue, leaving nothing behind but incredible porcine flavor. If you go to Publican brunch and get one thing, make this it.
|Overdone hash browns|
While brunch wasn't flawless, the excellent bloody mary and mind-blowing bacon more than made up for any complaints I might have had. The Publican's brunch was a great way to start my Saturday, and overall compares favorably with other brunches I've had around the city.
My rating: 4 out of 5 stars.