Churchill'S

This is a bit of a belated review, but last Sunday my bf and I popped in for brunch on an impulse. We both ordered the English breakfast, and it was the perfect kickstart to a drowsy Sunday morning after a late Saturday night out. 10/10 would recommend, even if like me, you don't generally approve of beans for breakfast. We sat at the stunningly beautiful wooden bar and were served by Chris. I specifically appreciated that he never seemed even the least bit annoyed by the many water refills I required to rehydrate my shriveled body from the night prior, and I never even had to ask for another round, not a single time. The service and food were so good in fact, we returned that evening for dinner. Imagine our delight when we sat down at a table in a side room, and Chris, our hydration hero, manifested immediately ready to take our order. The more I think about it, the more I suspect he could possibly be an escaped Bonaventure ghost haunting the Churchill bar, bestowing its patrons with his delightful presence, because I don't know how a person could work all day and still provide such spectacular service both times. We had another heaping portion of delicious food, this time the prime rib & French onion soup. Seriously, the portions of their entrees are shockingly generous. The cheese pull on the French onion soup was *chef's kiss.* Bread pudding isn't the most tantalizing name for a dessert, but please ignore your impulse to skip over it. You might be too full to eat it right then in there, but you can always shamelessly polish it off for breakfast the next day like I did. I highly recommend you check out Churchill's and Chris, its friendly ghost.