Usually Sunday brunch is an all-day affair for me. The gang starts at either Majestic or McGuinness then moves to the Saucer about 1. Most of the gang gets tired and leaves by mid-afternoon, but I often hold on well into the evening hours and on occasion have even lasted until close at midnight.
Not so yesterday. We started with brunch at McGuinness, where I had one of the best salads ever – their Cashew Chicken Salad. It’s pricer than most at $11.95, but you get this HUGE bowl that’s really big enough for two meals. Chicken and cashews and lettuce and veggies in sesame sauce – very good. It’s on their summer salad menu, so if you want to try it you better act fast, this being the middle of October.
We moved to the Saucer just before 1 PM. My friends Air Traffic Control Mike and Ken and I got on the pool table. After a lousy first game I decided that something needed to be done to improve my pool playing, so I contemplated a shot of Jager. While I was contemplating Mike bought me one. About 30 minutes later a second shot arrived. Sure enough, my pool game got better around that time.
About 2 my stalker showed up, in street clothes with a friend. See, when women have stalkers it’s weird and creepy, but if a guy has a stalker it’s a good thing, as long as the stalker is hot. Which this girl is. I continued to play pool and the stalker and her friend sat in the corner and tried not to get caught glancing over in my direction. My waitress came by and informed me that my stalker had asked me to buy her a shot. So I did, and one for myself. That made 3 shots for me. Normally I only drink beer on Sunday and never do shots, at least not since Sleep Out Louie’s closed. I need to train my current bartenders to make duck farts. Actually, the Saucer can’t, they don’t have all the ingredients. Maybe I’ll teach Hooper and Tony how to make them once Hoop’s Bar opens.
My stalker’s friend invited me to come sit with them, and we talked for a while. While we talked another shot of Jager showed up, compliments of Mike. That made 4. Before long I was chasing my stalker around the benches in the Saucer’s outdoor room, and she threw ketchup at me and luckily for me she missed. After she and the friend left, two guys who had been watching us called me over. They told me it was the funniest thing they had seen in a while, and THEY bought me a shot. That was number 5, and all of them were Jager. And I was drinking beers this whole time too, although I did have the common sense to intersperse a couple of waters.
I must have lasted a little past 5:00, because I remember giving the 5:00 waitress a hug and mumbling incoherently. Then I walked home and fell asleep. That’s the earliest I’ve retired from Sunday brunch in quite some time, perhaps all of 2007. And thanks to those shots I bought the girls it was one of my most expensive tabs at the Saucer, nearly rivaling the infamous “47 and change” tab.
The good thing is, because I went to bed so early I had enough time to fully recover. And that’s good because I have a lunch meeting with an IT recruiter at noon at Sauces. Yep, I’m finally giving up on this consulting thing – it’s just not bringing in the number of hours I need to remain financially stable – and returning to the world of work. Maybe later in the day or tomorrow I’ll post a summary of my skills. If 800 people a day read this thing maybe some of them know of some jobs. I actually already have several good leads, so this time it will be a matter of learning of a number of jobs and picking the best one, rather than begging for some company to please please take me.
Sauces has been open almost a year and I still haven’t had a real meal there, so I’m looking forward to lunch. Been checking out their menu online this morning. Several people have recommended the roasted garlic and onion burger, but there’s a chance I may get to kiss someone later in the day so that might be a bad idea. Also considering the fresh mozzarella sandwich or the spicy pork lettuce wraps. Hmmm. I’ll decide when I get there. I’m intrigued by a mozzarella sandwich, but there’s still something in the back of my mind that says, “If it doesn’t have meat on it, it’s not a real entree.”
Pint Nite tonight at the Saucer. Undecided on whether I’ll move over to EP’s for Monday Night Football at 7:30.