January, 60 degrees out, sun on my face. What could possibly have made yesterday any better? The Highland Tavern’s Sunday Funday. After gathering everyone from their various resting places from the night before, we desperately needed to eat. We headed down to the Highland Tavern (no, not this tavern) at 34th & Navajo because rumor had it that they serve bottomless mimosas on Sundays (rumor was quickly confirmed. Thanks, Google).

Upon entry, I was pleasantly surprised by the ambiance and lighting of the tavern (my eyes were extra sensitive at this point, and greatly appreciated the tavern atmosphere). We were promptly greeted by our server, immediately given water (which the server thought we needed first and foremost. Somehow she just knew?!) and had drink orders in before we knew it. We couldn’t come all this way (3 blocks) and pass up the bottomless mimosas, could we? My friends apparently thought so, but not I.

Side note, I thought that I was within sight of the bottom of my glass, only to be foiled by the server. Point: Tavern.

Food followed shortly after. As a group we ordered: chicken fried steak (I didn’t have to ask if it was good or not. It was gone in 5 minutes), biscuits and gravy (timeless classic with flaky biscuits and pretty delicious gravy), a granola parfait with apples and pears (also gone immediately) and grits with pork and a poached egg (this one didn’t disappear, and was the only “miss” of the day. They aren’t your mother’s grits, but then again, she probably didn’t make grits). 3 for 4 isn’t bad, and I think we’d all eat there again.

Combine all of that with very one-sided games of foos and ping pong, and you have a recipe for a great morning. It’s a charming bar, with good service, great drink specials, good food and a great atmosphere. Highland Tavern, you get an 8 in my book.