The Mimosa Report
Isn’t that mimosa just adorable? It’s like a baby mimosa. A baby mimosa is called a tipplet. I just made that up but please, use it when describing to your (future) children how mimosas are created. So while we ordered mimosa at Bottlecap all the way in North Beach, we got this tipplet instead. For a scant $6, this was only mildly disappointing. Being the resourceful inebriates that we are, we purchased for another $6 a can of Sophia sparkling and added to taste. So a disappointing $6 mimosa can quite easily become a satisfying and robust $8 mimosa (we split it three ways, for all you nerds).
The rest of brunch was weird. We met up with B and B and a friend of theirs. A drunken conversation that I do not remember at Glen Park Station led the boys to think we were meeting for brunch at Plow but we were under the impression that we were eating at Bottlecap. This is hilarious because the most San Francisco thing you could do is have a brunch miscommunication.
The server was pushy and awkward. The chilaquiles were awful. The sweet potato fries were awesome. Weird place, I hope their dinner is better.
After brunch we drank high gravity beers in Washington park and watched dogs hump each other. Stopped at my favorite financial district bar House of Shields, and made it to dinner at Puerto Allegre without being too effed up to enjoy margaritas and then drunkenly sing karaoke at Dalva. Fuck yeah Sunday! Oh, the mimosa comes out to:
As is *
With intervention **
