Esprit Park’s publicity flaks actually do a pretty decent job of keeping their blog up to date, so it’s up to me to follow up on their scoops and give you a little bit of depth. As such, I coerced my fiancée and two of our neighbors into enjoying the popup’s menu.
Brandy, who does the front-of-house while her boyfriend Michael makes the delicious tapas in back, confessed that she cried a little the first time she saw the blood orange garnish in the mimosa lit up by the late morning sun streaming through Yield’s big windows.
I saved my crying for the second round of deviled eggs, which are one of my weaknesses. I’m not sure that I shared any of them, but next time I might smuggle in some ground habanero to make sure that no one else eats any. After all, “deviled” means spicy.