Stopped in to the new Molly Brannigan’s, for lunch today. 20 minute wait. Left. Came back. Sat at the bar (which, though a daylight activity, probably qualifies the meal for an Out with Sara write-up) and ordered, specifically, two waters with lemon. These came to us as waters with lime.
I guess that’s how they do it in Ireland.
The bartender hurried around behind the bar and finally made eye contact with me with a look that may have implored, “What do you want?”
“Can we order?” I hadn’t meant to snap, but it happened.
He took our orders immediately, and I tried to smooth it over with a smile.
While we waited, we stared at the liquor and beer lining the shelves. Some people still lingered at the door awaitng their tables. I have to criticize the pub for this. In order to be successul at lunch, people can’t be forced to wait at the door more than five minutes. Downtown employees have a half hour or hour for lunch, and the dining process must be expedited. I believe the problem lies in that there is so much wasted space in that building, like the large area beyond the bar. Put in some tables! Feed people!
The man seated next to me received his chicken sandwich, and maybe five minutes later, our food arrived. My neighbor was irritated. He had waited 35 minutes for his food, and ours came in an heartbeat. In the restaurant’s defense, he likely ordered at a busier time, and we probably just got lucky. But I can relate.
I ordered the Rachel, but on sourdough. It was decidedly average. The Brick Haus‘s Rachel kicks its ass.
Joe didn’t complain about his burger, though he did mention, between bites, that “it’s no Kirby’s burger.”
The man to our left said the food is good, but the service isn’t.
My man with the chicken sandwich disagreed. “It was average at best. The Mountain Dew was the best part of the meal,” he said.
To top all of this, the prices were rather high for lunch.
Not the worst, but not the best lunch experience.
