Dear Ol’ Smokey (take two),

My love for you will never die. It’s almost not fair to other drinks, really.

I mean, you’re half meal, half delightful libation. I went to visit you last time, there wasn’t much to say then and there isn’t much more to say now.

Spicy, smooth, bacony. Let’s do this again some time. Maybe next Sunday?


The best part about Ol' Smokey from The Roost? Bacon.

The best part about Ol’ Smokey from The Roost? Bacon.

Dear The Roost,

Where have you been all my life? As a brunching connoisseur, my main goal in life is to brunch the hell out of a town, but lately I’ve found it difficult – not to say that there isn’t some delicious brunch here. Oh no, there is but it’s not its own category. But this. The Roost is a brand new haven for brunch and the answer to all my breakfast prayers.

First, you have a bloody mary menu with six options. I chose the NoLaw (North Lawrence), which featured local pickles (pickled by the owner himself), the perfect blend of spices and garlic.


Then came the tomato + avocado benny. I can’t come up with the words to describe it’s perfection and flavor. I remember having to consciously keep myself from inhaling it (ladies don’t scarf food, no matter how scarfable it may be).


But the best part? That I get to come back and visit you again. And again. And again.