to be honest, i don’t really know where to start with this one. i have a long history with Cassidy’s. much of it good, some embarrassing, mostly blurry. i’ve met many a character there, and probably been one of them, but none of them as truly breathtaking as their cheeseburger.
many would probably think twice before ordering food in this establishment, but they would be WRONG in doing so. man, that burger. it helps make up for the changes Cassidy’s has seen in the past few years (logo-ed pool tables, photo booth, dub step). the burger is still the same: bun, mayonnaise, lettuce, tomato, onion, the juiciest burger you have ever laid eyes on, a layer of REAL cheese, and bun. you can elect for some extra fixins – bacon, avocado even. but, the one thing that really puts it all over the edge: The Pepper Plant hot sauce. you MUST apply generously. it drips down your wrists as you lean against the bar, then wash it all down with beer in a heavy chipped mug. and you’re satisfied. and don’t even think of asking for fries – they don’t have any.
so, just overlook the shadiness, stickiness, saltiness, weirdness, dustiness. eat the burger and have a beer.
After only seeing the menu before venturing to the old Little Knight location, we were excited. The Wild Goose had potential. We parked in the back sauntered our way through the VERY dimly lit bar and took a seat. Brian had to get some sort of whisky cocktail, considering their boast on whisky selection, and I was happy to see a pint of Yellow Tail in front of me. We started out with some sweet potato tater tots with goat cheese and a cilantro-y drizzle. And even though we only were afforded FIVE tots for FOUR bucks, they were still damn delicious. We moved on to fries and their various themed sausages. Not disappointed. They make a good cocktail, they do a good sausage and fries. But, be prepared to throw down a bit a cash for the experience. I will be interested to see how it does over there, it seems as though East 17th is gentrifying itself…..oh the anticipation!
This meal started with merely the intention of having brunch. It turned into a marathon of a day. Good thing we were well nourished.
I have known The Alley for either the last bar stop before you head home (they always seem to be open the latest), and brunch. And damn they are good at both. If you’re into that sticky old school charm….you’re in the right place.
If you have been reading for a while, you would have seen many a photo of eggs benedict, I like to sample them wherever I happen to end up for breakfast (exception: Mexican restaurants). And this I might add, was a particularly amazing one. Perfectly poached eggs and a relieving-ly crispy english muffin = truly phenomenal eggs benedict. My companion du jour was not a huge fan of the cheesy potatoes that accompanied the dish, but I wasn’t mad at it.
Go for brunch, go for beer, you won’t be disappointed……also, you can spy on other people across the bar (maybe even look down some low cut shirts if you’re into that kind of thing) by looking up into the old school crackled mirrors on the ceiling.