For being a January morning, it was pretty nice out. It was by no means warm, it was probably in the mid to high 40s, but it was sunny, and compared to what it had been just a week earlier, it felt downright tropical. I suggested we go out for lunch and stop wherever we wanted. Nothing was really calling out to me. At one point we passed Verde, and I looked at the brunch menu. It seemed like something right up Elizabeth's alley.
"Does this look good to you?" I asked.
"Of course," she replied. "But does it look good to you?"
She knows that I have a serious contempt for brunch. But I was willing to make an exception on this day.
On one hand, I had hoped I would receive more than this meager amount of prosciutto for the ten-dollar price tag. On the other, I liked the fritatta, and... at least it was only ten dollars. I can't tell you how many times I have paid much more for inferior dishes at brunch.
There is an attractive bar at Verde. Actually, the whole place is pretty attractive, with brick walls and pretty chandeliers, not to mention a back patio (that was closed). I wouldn't mind going back for a drink at the bar. But nothing about the food impressed me. I do not plan to eat there again.