I had a lunch two weeks ago at Brand that still has me somewhat annoyed. Room temperature Mug root beer, poured from a can into a
smudgy Mason jar, was not a value-added component to the reasonable lunch special. When the pulled pork sandwich arrived, it was soggy, but tasted moderately good with heavy doses of the vinegariest of the ice-cold signature sauce vials, stickily socketed in the wooden table. I attempted the cherry and peach flavors as well, which are well-intended, in sort of a perky Glade fashion, and made a decent potato dessert with the nice french fries, the high point of the meal.
The unforgivable sin was the side of spongy brisket, which should never have been served fresh, much less after microwaving. The staff was having a loud expletive-laden business conversation at the far end of the dining room; there was no joy in the place that day, and I do hope they have better. With improving reports, I'd consider returning for an evening to sample fresh product and some of the bacon-caramel ice cream. For that day, a Kuhdo'd Cuban sandwich at 90 Miles was required to improve my constitution.