It's the first Friday in March, and we decide to break bread (re: eat, drink, and be merry) at the West Colonial Ale House. Despite their packed parking lot and full house, we were sat almost immediately and welcomed to our table by a bubbly, adorable server named Brianne. Brianne got straight to the point with us, asking what we would like to drink (a girl after our own hearts!). She was intuitive, seemingly reading our indecisive minds and making suggestions that fit our heart's desire perfectly. After a couple of libations, the appetizer was brought out and our dinner orders put in. Surf and turf for Ben, Porterhouse for Bill, and a build-your-own-masterpiece burger for Annie.
While the restaurant showed that they were overwhelmed on a Friday night (a little messy and slow to clean a table), the service and food was worth it. Brianne is a doll and the Ale House chow rarely disappoints. A great Friday night haunt!
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