Recently, I went to the west side nook Tipsy Parson for a friend’s birthday brunch. It was a rainy, sullen Saturday, and for once, surprisingly, I was the first to arrive, so I parked myself at the bar, and grabbed myself a warm cappuccino while I waited. It came with the now obligatory heart design, but call me corny, I still get excited when I see that coffee love. I drank down my cup too quickly, per usual, and even with the chill outside, I was warmed by the inviting surroundings that turned a casual bar into a comfy living room.
When I started to hear the faint sound of British accents in the background, I knew my friend’s party had arrived. I met them, and as we made our way into the back dining room I realized that a similar feeling of warmth continued. The birthday girl’s hostess with the restaurant had made place cards with the special b-day menu prix fixe ( an always perfect solution for a birthday group). I picked the delicious sounding mushroom toast and proceeded to waste my appetite on the biscuits and cornbread basket given to the tables.
By 3pm, our bellies were full; a slight buzzing around the table, literally and figuratively. I kissed the birthday girl goodbye, and got home full, fed, and sleepy. I plan to head out to Tipsy next for dinner, as I’m dying to try the shrimp and grits, but this time I won’t fill up so much on bread. That’s at least one tip I can give.