Alexander P.
Yelp
42 minutes. 42 minutes is about the time a teacher can lead their class in a few rounds of Telephone to fill any extra time. 42 minutes is the amount of time you can get in a good workout to make yourself believe you're a new person (after not working out during most of COVID). It's the time it takes to get from DCA to BWI airports (at least if you drive like me). 42 minutes. It's also the time it took for our server to visit our table.
So if you have a little extra time to waste, go ahead and stop by Boogalou. The good thing is that you're going to get strong mimosas, which is a nice brunch win (and arguably the only win you're going to get here). But if you're looking for timely service + good food, either manage your expectations going in or go elsewhere.
Let's talk a little about the food. I even took a picture this time. Something told me to memorialize this experience. My Line Brother ordered the red velvet waffles and chicken. He said the waffles were super dry, and the chicken just "wasn't bad." I mean, we're in Atlanta; you have to work super hard to mess up fried chicken. And I ordered the red snapper and grits. The red snapper was good but I want you all to pay attention to the grits. Nice colors--but onlyyyyyy because random slices of uncooked bell peppers were added on top. And the grits weren't anything to write home about; I didn't even finish them.
I will shoutout the host though--because after us waiting an initial 20 minutes, she did jump in and come take our order. So by time we were seen by our server, we'd placed our orders and received our drinks and our food all at that 42-43 minute mark.
42 minutes.