Brunch Club Kicks off 09

Hello. Welcome to the Philadelphia Brunch Club, a month-old club founded by Philly's coolest kids who have nothing to do on Sunday afternoon except eat and consume midday booze. Not a bad scene, actually. And during our initial month as Brunch Clubbers, we've grown very attached to our Sunday morning soirees--it only seems appropriate to share them.

Here you will find "reviews" of our weekly brunch locations along with a soundtrack to our Sunday morning and maybe even a tidbit about our epic, always enthralling, brunch-time conversation.

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This week, January 4th, 2009: Ten Stone [21st and South Streets]


Upon first glance, Ten Stone really knew how to handle the brunch club. They gave us our own room attached to the bar, with a full sized pool table and roaring fire! Though none of us bothering using the pool table or watching the flat screen tv sporting events, we did use the pool table and fire place as a well of comedy-- so they did not remain idle.

The food however was pretty lackluster. Basic scrambled eggs, boring over greased breakfast potatoes and an extremely unspectacular menu. One of the best parts of brunch is the unique menu items that restaurants add for BRUNCH! on Saturdays and Sundays...Ten Stone didn't even try. One of the options on their brunch menu was "Nachos"-- not even special nachos, whatever that means. I don't know, it just struck me as b-o-r-i-n-g. Additionally, the rest of the clientle didn't seem to appareciate us much. For instance at the end of our nondazzling meal Brother Justin could no longer stand the horrible [I mean horrible] music being blasted too loudly through the speaker system. Three tracks from the Miseducation of Lauryn Hill were only mildly irritating but I think it must of been the wack-a-do soft-reggae-esque cover of the Cure's "Close to Me" that moved him to action. Under the pretense of searching out an ATM Justin charged into the barroom, located the [of course] digital jukebox where he immeadiateld downloaded SLYAER'S "Angel for Death."
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It was the best dollar he spent in that joint. It only took about 33 seconds before the complaints to the bartender resulted in our tunes getting SHUT DOWN or at least the volume was lowered. This, I found typical yet unfair considering how much garbage my ears were forced to endure whilst I shoveled in my scramabled eggs. Ten Stone would not be my choice for brunch [or hang outs of any kind] in the future however, their $2 mimosa was key.

Nice and tuned up on copious, inexpensive mimosas the Brunch Crew decided to brave the January cold and walk 4 blocks down the block to Grace Tavern to visit our pal Jamie and for some kick ass Bloody Marys.
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Mission Accomplished.

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