Except there is no happy hour. Despite the clear advertising, the bartender insisted the menu didn't exist. I showed her my menu and she actually snatched it away. No happy hour for me - I just b*tched unhappily over bar bites.
Well the Duck Confit Tacos were nothing to b*tch about. Hearty helpings of fat-flavored meat with a nice mix of avocado and cabbage. Nice combination, went well with my whiskey.
The Truffle Parmesan Popcorn was a fun nibbler if you're not too hungry. I bet it goes great with whatever game is on, but it's only one notch above the white cheddar from the vending machine.
Currant had me not-so-happy during "happy hour", but we still went back for brunch. My discontent melted away when the Beignets melted in my mouth, a sweet-tart dipped in lemon curd.
Just this half-portion of the Red Chili Pulled Pork Skillet filled me up twice over; the hearty, flavorful carnitas a wake-up call from a potato bed.
I love San Diego...at least I think I do. I love drinking a big beer on the Animal Safari Park tram, I could live backstage at the zoo, and I think I'm addicted to panda cam. That said, I have yet to be blown away by the food. Cafe Chloe had some great highlights last year, but their snobbery left a sour taste. Searsucker felt like a sellout, and Currant did a sketchy thing. The brunch was plenty pleasant, but I have yet to have a meal I consider truly, amazingly great. I like staying in Gaslamp, but I don't think I'll eat there again.
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