4872 Rainier Ave South, Columbia City, 206.723.2080
Time of Entry:
Sunday, 1:30 p.m.
Level of hangover: On a scale of 1 - 10 (10 being a soul-crushing blow to your will to live), I tipped the scales at a 7. After a red wine and tequila-fueled night, I didn't crash until 5AM. Needless to say, daylight was certainly not my friend.
Staff's level of hangover:
Moderate. The dudes at Geraldine's were a little slow moving and removed but overall, they had it together. If they weren't fighting a hangover, they were definitely bouncing back from a mean breakfast rush. Even at 1:30, we had to wait to get a table.
Remedy: Geraldine's menu won't be winning any awards for innovation but they have the standards on lock down. I ordered the Counter Special, two eggs (mine were scrambled with cheese), hash browns and toast, with a side of bacon. My brunch buddy went for the Corned Beef Hash, two poached eggs on a hash of peppers, onions and celery.
For such a simple meal, I ended up very pleasantly surprised. My eggs were fluffy and light and the hash browns were crispy and plentiful. My critique of the bacon is merely personal preference - I like mine to be brittle and crunchy and Geraldine's bacon is chewy and thick. Having said that, it's bacon so how bad can it really be? I still ate every piece.
The Corned Beef Hash also went down smooth. My partner cleaned his plate in record time and somehow kept the pleasure groans to a minimum.
Hair of the Dog: I went with a mimosa. It's fairly difficult to mess up this classic OJ/champagne combo and Geraldine's didn't disappoint. I wish this spot had a liquor license so I could have had a Bloody but everything else was so good, I forgot all about it by the end of the meal.
Success of the Soak: High. Aside from Dish the other week, I haven't had a come-to-Jesus brunch in awhile. Geraldine's simple selections and dead-on execution has me hooked.