BRÜ Grill & Market: Hard Wood & Lemony Drunkness

BRÜ Grill & Market: Hard Wood & Lemony Drunkness
As always, this post contains smell-o-vision. Press play on the video below to hear, see, and smell this post. We’re f*cking geniuses.

I was skeptical of BRÜ when it first opened a few years back; it seemed like a new pop-up gastropub jumping on the bandwagon in the newly remodeled Arbor area of El Toro.

I’ve visited three times since it’s opened, and I must say, haters be damned. This place is pretty damn good. Ignore the handlebar mustaches and just sit down.

Being a drunken sailor woman, I appreciate any place that lets me order a flight of dark beers (or 13). Additionally, BRÜ offers a pretty damn good selection . At first visit I ordered some Stones, a Port Santa’s Little Helper, Belching Beaver Me So Honey  and a few others. A flight comes with 6 samples, for $10. (Note: If you replicate my order, expect to shave the chest hair you will inevitably grow immediately after your visit, or you will look like a 1970’s vagina. Some testosteroney sh*t.)

On my second visit I ordered smaller items. It should be noted that you should come here for the following two items, even if it’s for breakfast:

  1. Lemon Basil Gimlet: My mouth is watering as I type this. Normally, lemon-anything drinks are laced with a fat line of sugar, that, somehow, I find mildly sexist. Not so with this drink. Prepare to get a tart lemony blast with a  fresh, green basil leaf, recently-picked from BRÜ’s on-site garden. Sounds weird. It’s not. It’s so so so not. If you do order this, prepare to have 9 instead of your intended 2. Bring a giant cartoon spatula that someone can later use to scoop you up off the hardwood floor.
  2. Truffle Mashed Potatoes: I would eat Vladimir Putin’s ass if you put some truffle oil on it. I’ve somehow risen to this strange level of affluence. I don’t care. This said, though, truffle ≠ a tasty dish. You still must scrutinize. This side dish passes the damn test. Creamy, chunky, nutty, earthy, amazingness lives in this little dish. I will literally come back, just for this. And it’s “just” a side dish. I don’t care. Trust me on this.

As always, AnonyMister got a thick slab of bloody cow flesh. I stole a few bites, and good Lord. Pretty damn good. Came with a Potato Fondue, which is both tasty and architecturally confusing. Good food for thought (PUN!!!!).

So all in all, come here. Play around, but get the above. See ya there.

 

 

Rumored to have spawned from a Manticore and a Chupacabra, AnonyMissus remained a myth in Central American countries from the 1600s to present day. She is mom to AnonyMunch. Wife to AnonyMister.
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