"9/11 at Taverna: Drag Queen Brunch, and the Return of L's Boobs"
When I woke up in my dorm room at Trinity University on September 11th, 2001, I only did so because my phone wouldn't stop ringing, and it appeared as if skyscrapers were falling apart in New York City. I literally almost slept through the whole thing. Of course we all have our "where were we" stories, and I remember listening to my friend cry over the phone after hearing my roommate's mother's disarmingly blasé voice mails concerning the whole situation. I finally got dressed (in a Levi's (?) shirt, of all brands; girl, I was a MESS that day), called my dad who's from Jordan and told him they were probably going to round him up and put him in a concentration camp like in "The Siege", then hung up and headed to the impromptu church service at the chapel.
Ten years later, I found myself saying the "Our Father" again with my church family at St. David's Episcopal, just like all of us students and professors did at the chapel that terrible morning. I always thought it was one of the most poignant Lord's Prayer I have probably ever recited. After some quiet reflection during the service this year, and a liturgy that incorporated the solemn memorial of the day, I had enough of being depressed and decided to do what any red-blooded American would do after church: go a drag brunch.
I was meeting my friends L and L's Boobs, whom you may remember from my review of the Driskill Bar. L's Boobs paid for my drinks at the midterm election party there last year, and I hadn't been out with them since. I put our name down for 2 at 1:00 PM sharp, and the wait was 35-40 minutes. L was in a cab on the way, so I saddled up to the bar for the usual round of pre-brunch cocktails.
Through the growing haze of my $2 mixture of 3 vodkas and 3 juices, I said hello to a friend of mine from Trinity who happened to be there that afternoon as well; he's an actor now, and I remember seeing him in a gay indie movie he recommended...something about a desert, a hotel, and him as a top in a sex scene; I couldn't remember the name of the film, and I still don't. Oh well. Personally, I think he's adorable.
L and I were seated at one of the tables for 2, and we asked for bellinis with a standing order they be refilled until we said to stop. I ordered the smoked salmon and bagels, and L opted for the Belgian waffle and fruit. When our food came, she dryly stated holding her bellini that she ordered food for a 5 year old, and booze meant for a 65 year old alcoholic. She almost made me spit my drink out on L's Boobs.
She said her waffle was OK, and it seemed like it came topped with plenty of fresh berries. I'll be honest: something about their cream cheese was off (I want the thick kind, not that bullshit "whipped" version they tout nowadays), but other than that, it was fine. An order of breakfast potatoes rounded out the meal, although they were clearly liberal with the pepper. Our waitress had an overloaded section, but she did a fine job keeping up as best she could. I appreciated she wished us a "Happy Pride" when we were leaving. But still--how could she just *assume* I was gay?
Biggest disappointment? Not enough drag queens. I saw Nadine Hughes and a friend of hers hanging out by the bar, but when I heard "Drag Brunch", I thought that would imply a running show in the corner or guest drag queen waitresses. It was basically Taverna on a Sunday with a couple of drag queens in the mix. They passed out some Absolut swag that I'll absolutely never use, but it was nice to see them there. Not sure who this "Mr. Pride 2011" dude was, but he was there and working the room, too.
As I lit up my cigarette on the way out, I thought how this was such a perfect Nathan-style observation of the 9/11 anniversary. Like my quick tip from the day said: Nothing tells the terrorists "We won't be kept down" like gays, Absolut Pride Punch, bagels & lox, and some fierce drag queens.
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