Ardie S.
Yelp
TL;DR: Only if you have unlimited time, love all things fried, and want to come out smelling like it.
HPB&G is due a post-pandemic update, since many things have changed. Again, the setting was Sunday brunch, so it should yield a comparable experience, right? Wrong.
When it comes to adherence to pandemic-safe protocols, some credit here. I initially wanted an end booth rather than a window table. Then the hostess informed me every other table was being skipped for safety, so we went with the window seating offered. By state law, they could have been fully seated. However, as I would soon discover, there was another reason half of the tables were empty.
Our hostess doubled as wait staff for the first 15-20 minutes of our sojourn--not an uncommon practice. She offered and served water and adult beverages. Once the hostess turned us over to our waitress that was the end of good service.
Unfortunately, the young woman serving us truly put the "wait" in waitress. It was the total "first day, first table" experience. I mentioned the daily chef's special that I'd seen online and asked for pricing. She was unaware in that "We have a special?" kind of way. She did offer to check on it. Another 30 minutes rolls by and she asks if we're ready to order. I asked about the special price again, and she said she'd have to check on it.
Another 20 minutes went by. Finally she tells me the price, and suddenly the special wasn't so special after all. Given it had taken us an hour to get to the order point, I gave up and ordered a $12 grilled chicken sandwich. That was the most health-conscious thing left below $20 on HPB&G's menu (other than a three-side $13 veggie plate).
From that point, it was just a litany of slow service, lukewarm meh food, and incorrect bar orders (salty dog instead of greyhound--hey, they're both dogs, right?). At least we had lots to talk about because there was certainly plenty of time to discuss. We were there 2 hours at least. I give everyone a break due to the pandemic staffing crisis in the service industry, but this was quite egregious and inexcusable.
A footnote of concern. I set aside the shirt from that day, because I left smelling like eau de fryolator. I set aside the shirt and can still smell it four weeks later. That'll wash out. What's more concerning in a pandemic environment is for that to be the case, air exchange is not occurring. Moreover, it's backing up from the kitchen when it should be traveling in the opposite direction.
Two-point-five stars, rounded up to 3 for goodwill because I know they're capable of doing better. Just not right now.