Level of hangover: On a scale of 1-10 (10 being a soul-crushing blow to your will to live), I somehow avoided the dreaded wine headache--perhaps my tolerance is growing?--and came in at around 3.
Staff's level of hangover:
Minimal. I don't know what it is about Seattle's service industry lately, but my most recent staff encounters have been overwhelmingly positive. Our server at Continental listened to us babble on about our recent trip to Greece and walked us through her favorite menu items.
Remedy: Continental has its roots firmly entrenched in Greek culture and food. Among the obvious omelets and sweet stuff (French toast, pastries), they're also serving twists on the Americanized steak and eggs, swapping out slabs of Angus for souvlaki skewers and lamb patties.
On Sunday morning, Continental was all but empty--not usually the best sign when the neighboring restos are buzzing with brunchers. I ordered a beef souvlaki, Greek fries, and a side of tzatziki, which, let's be honest, makes everything better. My partner went with the spinach/mushroom/feta omelet and a side of Greek sausage.
Regrettably, my beef skewer was overcooked and tough. While not awful, I wouldn't recommend it if you're craving tender morsels. The omelet, stuffed with fresh ingredients, was prepared well and scored decent marks in the moment, but was quickly forgotten. The real stars of the meal, however, were the fries. Round, crispy, salty, and lightly sprinkled with seasonings, they're definitely worth ordering if you find yourself at Continental.
Hair of the Dog: You'll find wine and beer here but no liquor, which dissuaded me from partaking in a hair of the dog. Brunch drinks, including a great Bloody or mimosa, are a must for me unless the food is really killer. The fact that Continental couldn't deliver knocked them down a few more notches.
Success of the Soak:
Low. Rarely after a night of imbibing do I turn away from greasy meat and eggs. Unfortunately for Continental, the overdone beef and less-than-memorable omelet sealed their own fate, and I left only slightly more satisfied than when I arrived. Lesson learned? Sometimes a good fry only gets you so far.