Bow Down Before La Grange's Blessed Benedict
|Photos by Andrea Grimes|
|I started with this little number during La Grange brunch last Saturday.|
That is, if I can ever convince a man to sleep with me again after he reads that paragraph. Because cat ladies are sad and unfulfilled because they own furry animals they care for! Except for I am totally a cat lady and as happy as a larking larky lark thanks to La Grange's Texas Eggs Benedict, spicy-ass Bloody Marys (seems uncouth to refer to them as "BM's" in this context) and live brunch-time entertainment. Brunch at La Grange is a new affair, but you'd never know it -- seems like, based on the healthy crowd, swift service and bottomless Mimosa option, they've been doing it for decades.
The man o' the hour and I stumbled into the Deep Ellum "swankytonk" a little after 11 a.m. Saturday, and our attentive and enthusiastic waitress Nicki was quick with the giant glasses of ice water (the better to hold down last night's residual upchuck with) and menus filled with Texas takes on brunch classics. I opened with a Bloody Mary, which was delivered with verve and also a pickled green bean, olives and a lime, which approaches, if not achieves, Austin's Rio Rita Bloody Mary-levels of awesomeness. Bloody Marys should be a liquored-up salad in a glass -- toss in a celery stick and a pickled okra and you're there, La Grange.
|La Grange's Texas Eggs Benedict, bow before thee.|
|I think we're going to need a bigger liver.|
La Grange serves brunch on weekends starting around 11, featuring an excellent menu of, besides the sex biscuits and Texas Eggs Benedict: pancakes, egg sliders and a big, big burrito. There's entertainment too. Last Saturday, we listened to the sweet twang of Southbound Lane before watching the USA get smeared with Ghanan soccer hate-jelly on a giant projection screen. Made a Deep Ellum day of it, too: It was damned near 4 p.m. before I could tear myself away, additional Bloody Marys and Lone Stars notwithstanding.