Such a lovely operation, and what a perfect place for them to be on a warm night. After an hour's immersion in the clamoring, chattering throng, and some very nice wine plus a bit of bread and butter, it was pleasant to step out onto the sidewalk and ask for a couple of brats, one with onion, please (that was mine). They were running low on our condiments of choice, but there was enough to meet our rather peculiar preferences - I'm a sauerkraut and mayonnaise guy, for instance.
If only the rest had been as good. Mrs. O was much harsher in her criticism of the sausage than I was; she called it, flatly, "Just breakfast sausage!" It did taste of a proper brat to me, that being a bland, slightly chewy compound of medium grind and a faint but definite whiff of mace, but its finger's-width dimensions were rather disappointing (if one is used more to Massive Thumbs), and I did not like the roll much at all. It too was chewy in a leathery way, like those Amoroso rolls the Philly-steak lovers are so unaccountably hung up on, and while I could bite through it I kinda had to growl while I did it.
We'll probably try something else from these guys, especially as we very much enjoyed the SLW space and attitude - what fun for a Thursday night! - and will no doubt be back. And if we are not totally satisfied, as was the case last night, there's always the taco truck on South Fair Oaks to hit before going home. Which we did.