Sean invited M and I to brunch at Circa today. His girlfriend’s in town and Erica is tons of fun so of course we had to go. San Francisco wasn’t in such a sunny brunch mood, instead giving us an overcast, drizzly gray sky, but we were definitely in a brunch mood. I love brunch! Circa is at Chestnut and Fillmore and I had a great view of the bay on the way over. Getting there was a bit of a funk though. M and I always have the worst luck with cabs. He gets so frustrated and irritated because we stand there and wait and flag, and wait and flag, and rarely do we get a cab in under 10 minutes. Maybe we’re just impatient.
Anyway, we finally flagged one and off to brunch we were. Here’s where M and I got confused. I showed up to Circa for brunch – you know, breakfast, a few mimosas, maybe some fruit, and then time for home. M showed up to party. I found out about 4.5 seconds in the door that Circa has bottomless mimosas for $10. A very dangerous combination indeed.
The menu was incredibly short. Literally, that above there is all there was. I wanted both sweet and savory foods so ordered the French Toast and the Florentine Eggs Benedict for myself. Everyone else ordered just one thing and the server said to me, “Good for you!” Uhm…thanks?
Anyway, I’ve never actually had eggs Benedict and should’ve realized that I would hate it. I hate English muffins (something I already know) and I hate Hollandaise sauce (something I found out today.) It was gross. But the French toast was fabulous.
M ate his Huevos Rancheros in about three minutes. Sean was faster though. His sliders were gone in two. When those boys get together, oh man, “trouble” is too kind a word. Since everyone else was still eating, Sean started talking about “Mimosa Bombs.” I’ve never heard of a “Mimosa Bomb.” I’ve had Irish Car bombs, Llager bombs, Mandarin vodka bombs, etc. but a Mimosa bomb? Huh?
What a Mimosa bomb is, according to Sean (who I think is responsible for these heinous creations), is a shot in your mimosa. You drink your champagne glass until it’s half full, pour the shot of your choice in and chug. Different shots equal differently named drinks. For example: pomegranate tequila in your mimosa? En Fuego. A shot of half vanilla vodka and half mandarin vodka in your mimosa? Creamsicle. I begged to differ on this one. I thought if Sean wanted to call his Mimosa bomb a “Creamsicle,” he should pour a shot of Bailey’s Irish Creme in. He cringed.
Then M and Sean put Tabasco in their Mimosas. I think this bomb was called “Idiot Boy.”
I left Circa after three hours at around 2 p.m.
M came home at 6 p.m. completely blitzed.
Wow Sean. Wow.