Our table yesterday morning at Trinity "an Irish pub" Hall in Mockingbird Station had the advantage of being as far away as we could get from a long booth full of kids and their tantrum-inured parents, but had the disadvantage of being out of the direct line of sight of our waiter, which meant the service was uncharacteristically awful. But as the Man O' The Hour, who claims to have some kind of Irish heritage in his wayback, noted, "I had plenty of time to contemplate my Irish ancestors' suffering through famine while [the server] kept us waiting in the corner."
Those Irish. They are always looking on the bright side, are they not? And so that's what we'll do with this edition of Brunch Drunk Love. Despite the fact that there were many things a lesser reviewer might quibble with, our brunch -- Full Irish Breakfasts, Bloody Marys and Irish Coffee -- filled us with happy, hangover-curing pleasure.
The Man O' The Hour called ahead to make sure breakfast was still being served by the time our party, which included my Best Lady Susan, whom some of you might remember from that time I ate Austin's Moonshine brunch, managed to peel itself off sticky, buttershops-stained sheets. We were assured that breakfast was served all day.
Well, breakfast is not served all day. The Full Irish Breakfast is served all day, but Trinity Hall's many and varied breakfast items are only served until noon, and we sure as Shinola did not make it there before noon, not after the night we had. I had been excited to have three people at brunch, which meant we could order many different dishes -- perhaps some corned beef tacos or that smoked salmon savory plate -- and sample things. Instead, we got three Full Irish Breakfasts, which is not the worst thing that could happen to three very hungover people.
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First: drinks. We kicked things off with an Irish Coffee for Susan, who likes a Bloody Mary but loves coffee more than almost anything. Susan called her drink "huge and delicious," served in a big, big mug -- a plus until Susan realized that meant her coffee went cold by the end of her meal. Because of its sweetness, she speculated that it was "maybe not the best hangover drink, but would be good for cold weather otherwise."
The Man O' The Hour and I both ordered Bloody Marys, which I absolutely loved thanks to their healthy doses of horseradish. The MOTH is not quite the fan I am of the root, but downed two drinks nonetheless. Like the Meridian Room, Trinity Hall's Bloody Marys tend toward the fresh rather than the pickled. Trinity Hall makes its own Bloody Mary mix, which is real heavy on the tomato too. Garnishes included a fat olive and a celery stick, we paid just $6 apiece for the deliciously radishy drinks.
A Full Irish Breakfast is not so different from a Full English Breakfast -- for that, I highly recommend the Londoner -- featuring baked beans, grilled tomato and sausage, but also white and black puddings. I'm sure I don't have to tell Aters this, but that doesn't mean our savory breakfast came with vanilla and chocolate dessert things. White pudding is also known as "mealy pudding," and is basically like a sausage with bread in it. Black pudding is cooked, congealed blood. I know that sounds gross, but it's like a soft, salty meat cracker.
Trinity Hall's Full Irish is fully full, in that they could cut the thing in half and most people still probably wouldn't finish it. It's great to nibble on for a long, lazy brunch. And our brunch was definitely long, considering we only saw our waiter once every full moon or so, and the guy seemed to be unable to recognize that the point at which we were finished eating and drinking everything on the table would also probably be the point at which we would like the check. It was an unfortunate end to an otherwise excellent meal.