Next Sunday's review: Brasserie 10 South
I just put Gailor on the plane back to Illinois. Sad. She borrowed a hammer from her dad and took it with her in her carryon luggage. I mean, really. She can't take 3.5 ounces of eye makeup remover with her, but she can take a hammer.
I'm worried that as a result of that discussion some of my review will be inoperative -- for instance, I mention that there were no other customers in the restaurant that evening, and I complain about the misspellings on the menu.
But my basic thesis will still be true: This is a very difficult location for any restaurant. It's across the street from the now-closed Red Tapas, where Jerry Edwards was the chef. Same kind of restaurant, and look what happened to it.
In any case, I sincerely hope I'm wrong, because I had a good meal there.
You can read my review next Sunday in the Arts & Entertainment section or, of course, online.
(Jed Kirschbaum/Sun photographer)