After being told we were meeting loads of people at The Skellig for brunch, I quickly asked Google what to expect. Google promised skellig is some kind of rock from the sea.
Three extra minutes of deeper detective work uncovered that skelligs are actually a group of rocks near Ireland. Pubs and Ireland go together, so The Skellig is a sensible pub name. This is how I feel, so it must be true.
Being allowed to park in a parking lot without forced valet felt like getting fifty high fives from Daniel Humm. We knew to head straight for the chilly patio since our friends like to occasionally fill their lungs with nicotine.
Being on the patio means one thing for sure. Chances of service being 98% shady is a fact. Crazy patio brunch service is what every customer is begging for by agreeing to be seated in this area of complete and total service sadness.
During the days of bartending and waiting tables, we all had sections inside and rotated taking tables outside. This was the case while we were at The Skellig. She had a section inside and was attempting to take care of us outside.
There were only two tables on the patio, OK? The service was so bad people were opening tabs with the bartender inside rather than waiting ten to fifteen minutes between drinks. This is actually a great solution to service sadness. Leave the table and order your drink from the bartender. Plain & simple.
Since ordering a fried egg sandwich can be accomplished anywhere, it is usually a brunch win while eating at a mysterious pub. Add a salad and call it a day. The menu had tons of food to order, but sometimes a basic fried egg sandwich seals the deal.
People who go to The Skellig will probably leave satisfied if the bartender is in charge of all food and drink happiness. Sitting anywhere else is a service gamble no one should take.
Quick pictures of friendly brunch people’s food have been posted for your viewing pleasure…
FIVE: High 5!
FOUR: Please & Thank You
TWO: Double Wow ****
ONE: Wow + Ouch = Wouch
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