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Saint John's Bar and Eatery

719 E Pike St

245-1390

www.saintjohnsseattle.com

Capitol Hill

Hours: 10 am to 2pm, Saturday & Sunday

Uptown, Downtown or Down

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St John's has the Makings of a Dream Brunch

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Saint John's Bar and Eatery

719 E Pike St

245-1390

www.saintjohnsseattle.com

Capitol Hill

Hours: 10 am to 2pm, Saturday & Sunday

Uptown, Downtown or Down Home: Uptown and Downtown meet at this Capitol Hill haunt housed in the former Rosebud location. The vibe is urban industrial, with woody accents and tons of natural light. Its hidden gem of a back patio makes a prime summer's day destination.

Bubbles, Bloodies or Black Coffee: All three and then some. Booze is the shiny crown jewel of this establishment. Bloodies here are referred to as Cardiovasculars and come in three varieties: Mary (Vodka), Maggie (London Gin), and Maria (Lunazul Tequila) for a fair $7. Les Boissons (lemon, sugar, Agnostura Bitters, cava and your choice of gin, vodka, or bourbon) are available, as well as brunch shots like the Pamplemousse (Finlandia Grapefruit Vodka, Triple Sec, fresh lime, and cranberry) and $7 (Segura Vidas) mimosas in (Halleluiah) PINT GLASSES! The coffee is Caffe Vita and served in mugs so small they are comical to anyone but the waitstaff.

Hung-Over, Hooked -Up or Hanging with the Family: The central Cap Hill location makes St. John's a quick and easy stumble-in for locals, many of whom are obviously still feeling the effects of the previous evening. There was not a kid in sight during my Sunday afternoon visit, which allows the staff to play 2 Live Crew at a reasonable level during brunch. As the drinks here are magical, it's the kind of place to bring a hookup you want to get re-drunk and have your way with again.

What's Cooking: As St. John's has only been open a short time, it is easily likened to a smoking hot girl fresh off the bus from Montana. It has many, many of the qualities you are looking for in a perfect brunch: the atmosphere is sublime, the back patio lovely and very NYC, the booze is amazing and the staff is exceptional, attentively sweet, and don't give you any of the hipster malarkey you'd expect on Boylston and E. Pike. Unfortunately, St. Johns is still working out the kinks food-wise. My dish, the delightfully cheeky Linda Ronstadt (cornbread, cumin black beans, two scrambled eggs, pico de gallo, smoked paprika sour cream and cilantro) was well-conceived in name and theory but unfortunately not well-executed. My cumin black beans, the centerpiece of the St. John's Menu, were sadly undercooked and the cornbread tasted at least day-old. It was beautifully plated and full of promise, but like that busty treasure of a gal from the Treasure State, simply unrefined.

However, St. John's has so much potential I'd visit again. Give Miss Montana a few months to make some gay friends, visit the folks at Vain and drop all that Hollister apparel off at the Buffalo Exchange and she'll be a T-Rex song floating down the hill. Unfortunately, again, much like that Big Sky Country vixen-in-training, by August when St. John's has surely achieved flawlessness you're going to have to be a full-fledged rock star to get it.

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