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.

Josh

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."

"We

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

converted to a disco brunch kind of girl.

Which restaurant servers have won you over lately and why?