So the posse and I hit up Bramble this afternoon for lunch.
It’s a nice looking neighborhood type space that seems far louder and busier than it should. For example there were only four other tables of diners and maybe twice that many empty ones. And it was loud. In addition, I counted three servers, and about four cooks including Chef Rucker. That’s an important point because,
…it wasn’t great.
For Saturday libations we ordered a carafe of sangria. It was alright if a bit dry and tannic. I’ve made lots of sangria in my day, and believe me, “Mine’s better”.
Soup of the Day was Andouille Sausage Gumbo. I decided to try a bowl of gumbo and Mom and I decided t split the the hamburger. OBD asked if the gumbo was spicy as he has an allergy to capsaicin. The server assured it was not.
He also ordered some variation of Eggs Benedict.
So, the gumbo was spicy and OBD could not eat it and returned it to the kitchen. I like it spicy so I kept mine, but this was not a traditional roux thickened gumbo. The broth was quite thin and the most pronounced flavor profile was almost a demiglace. It had a few vegetables swimming around and about six or eight thin rounds of sausage doing the dog paddle. I’m gonna say I liked it pretty well. It’s not a traditional gumbo but there’s nothing wrong with that.
If you’re keeping score at home, we’ve now returned one bowl of soup.
The entrees arrived and right off the bat, we see purple onions spilling out of the burger. Remember, I’m splitting this with my mom so we requested it with onions only on the side so I could doctor my half. These weren’t a couple of large rings but finely chopped and impossible to scrape off. Strike Two!
Additionally, although I hadn’t been asked for a preference, the burger arrived well done. This place advertises their relationships with local farms and ranches. I feel confident that Chef Rucker appreciates a rare or medium rare grass fed burger every bit as much as I do. That’s a long way from what I ate. (I DID eat it tho’!!)
So mom gave me her half of the burger as well and the server explained that the kitchen misread his instruction of “Onions on the side” as “EXTRA Onions on the side”. He offered to recook the burger but instead she ordered the Cheesy Grits which arrived quickly sprinkled over with a lovely dusting of finely chopped chives.
You know, “Baby Onions”.
I don’t think I’ll get mom back in there.
Additionally, OBD’s eggs weren’t quite done and his egg whites not close to fully set.
Strike… what? Five? Six?
They comped OBD’s soup and Mom’s grits. Seems fair since they went uneaten. To be completely fair, I ate all of mine as well as mom’s half of the burger. I’m not so picky that I won’t eat stuff, but I usually find somewhere else to eat next time.
Sorry, Lambsy. I hope you have a better experience than we did. I’ve read the raves, but unfortunately I can’t concur.
And sorry Chef, but all of this came out of your kitchen while you were standing right there.