I think I have probably mentioned this before, but brunch is kind of my favorite meal. I know that’s a super boring thing to say, because everyone says that. But it’s true. Brunch is amazing.
There is nothing like waking up on a Sunday morning, feeling lazy and unmotivated, and then deciding to start your day by consuming an overly-rich and extravagant meal at 11:30am. Which will inevitably make you sleepy again, but who gives a fuck? It’s Sunday!
This morning I went to brunch at Witness. The bar is southern-themed and specializes in craft cocktails, which is funny because I haven’t actually gone there for evening cocktails yet… Clearly this is something I need to do.
However, I’ve now been there twice for brunch, and I might just keep doing that. It is amazing. First, they have a beautiful selection of brunch cocktails (so I haven’t totally missed out), including the Resurrection, a gin cocktail with grapefruit juice and cava. However, I’m a sucker for a good bloody mary, so I had to order the Mary Full of Grace (one of the ingredients is “salvation”).
Cocktail bars are wonderful and all, but they often offer less-than-exciting food options. At Witness, however, that’s not the case. The food is absolutely delicious here. DELICIOUS.
This morning, I ordered the Croque’d Toad, which is half Croque Monsieur and half Toad-in-a-Hole. Basically, it is butter-soaked bread with an egg cooked inside, topped with a slice of thick-cut bacon and slathered with cheddar cheese, then topped with a second piece of butter-soaked bread and smothered with house-made Hollandaise.
I still can’t believe I ate that. I might have a heart attack this afternoon, but I don’t really care. It was worth it.
In addition to having top-notch brunch fare, the place is really quaint! It kind of feels like the inside of a small southern church, with bench seating, fake stained-glass windows, and a hat and coat rack by the door. The bar is long and wooden, relatively simple, and covered with jars of fresh fruit and a variety of other cocktail garnishes.
Their dinner menu is also rather impressive, sort of small-plates style and featuring a variety of mouthwatering dishes, including Dixie Poutine, Oysters Rockefeller, Shrimp and Grits, and of course, Beignets. My southern-loving tummy is just rumbling with joy at the thought.
That menu is paired with what I know to be really incredible cocktails (the owner of Witness has mixed cocktails at one of Seattle’s most popular speakeasy bars, The Knee-High Stocking Company). So it would seem that I need to go back there after dark and overindulge myself some more. Probably very soon.
[Next up, on Christina’s Drinking Adventures: Belgianfest 2014, the Superbowl, and pretty much the best beer weekend of my life.]