I went to Rosie's for Sunday brunch and sat at the bar, intending to read the Sunday Times. Instead, distracted by a four on the floor playlist, I fell into conversation with the guy next to me. "What should I order?" I asked, noting he's a regular.
Though I had been leaning toward a burger, my company suggested otherwise. Try a Big 'Dict, he suggested. Or the Fat Elvis for something unique. The menu reads,
"A big, ripe banana smothered in chunky peanut butter and stuffed into
challah bread...then soaked in Rosie's delicious French toast mix and
deep fried until crunchy." Over the top.
When Josh the bartender
took my order, I asked him to decide. Why? I sometimes loathe making the
decision of what to eat. Inevitably, I
wonder what's freshest, what's the best seller, what's the most
interesting, what's the chef's recommendation.... And then I'm too caught up in questions to make a decision.
grimaced. "Hold on," he said. "I need to confer." Off in the corner,
Josh and bartender Nate pow-wowed. The back of their employee shirts
read something like, "Don't make me talk about you when you're gone."
don't think you should order either dish." They stood
behind the bar leveling with me. "You'll be done for the afternoon if
you get the Fat Elvis," said Josh. "And, frankly, I don't
like our crab cakes. We think you should get the Tortilla Stack Attack."
The Tortilla Stack- house-made crispy tortillas, black beans,
fried eggs, sour cream, tomatillo salsa verde, cilantro, Jack and
cheddar cheese, avocado, and fried jalepeno-is a guilty pleasure of the
savory sort. I liked the dish, but it was Josh's honesty and big
personality that won me over. With service like this, I could be
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converted to a disco brunch kind of girl.
Which restaurant servers have won you over lately and why?