Bristol Bar & Grille

Pork dijonaise great, little french bread and butter good, salmon good. Salad brown tips and use spine of iceberg lettuce instead of tossing it. Rating because of bad salad.

Another trip home, another trip to a Bristol. This time up, my old stomping grounds of Prospect. A touch of Bardstown Road in Prospect. Who knew? I didn't but I liked it. I really liked it.

It's the standard brunch the Bristol is known for but the little flourishes make this location one to remember.

1.) The artwork. The attention to detail and design is greatly appreciated. The cool art that adorns the dining room walls (all the way to the ceiling) provided a great place for my eye to wander in the brief seconds it wasn't scanning my plate for deliciously cheesy eggs or crispy fried chicken.

2.) The food. I have said before that not all Bristols are the same nor do they carry the exact same food. This Bristol is bringing much to delight your tastebuds. The savory options are fantastic. There's nothing ground-breaking on the buffet menu, but the classic Southern options are expertly prepared (which is not often the case with buffets; assembly-line food production tends to breed boredom) and amply presented. Even when faced with a mob of hungry hungry hippos, you won't have to wait long for a biscuit with sausage gravy, waffles with fresh fruit or breakfast proteins of your choosing. I left here with a food Octomom belly. Yes, I was a hungry hungry hippo.

3.) Service. Not once did I have to ask for a refill of my tonic with lime. Not once did I have to ask for a plate to be cleared (and I had several to be cleared). Not once did i have to ask for anything. My waitress was cordial, efficient and non-hovering. She was there when we needed her and absent when we were talking and eating. And, she always had a smile on her face. I regret not recalling her name.

4.) Crowd. It's the same post-church Sunday crowd that you'll run into at every Bristol. I did notice less Sunday best clothes (more street clothes) and less iced teas (and more bloody marys). Maybe Prospect is full of heathens... and loud, unruly children who enjoy running around restaurants screaming at the top of their lungs. Yes, that is what I am taking from the experience. Things sure have changed from my day...

I still have yet to order those green chile won tons. I know! Born and bred in Louisville and I have never had them. I fear my card is soon to be taken away.

Brunch was fantastic.