Every fall, Sunday's two most venerable institutions go to war: jaunty brunch, armed with molotov mimosas, versus that fun-loving fatso, football, who can hold you prisoner with nothing more than the pillowy confines of your couch. Harmonize your Sunday traditions with Jones' football brunch.
Designed to recall the classic American roadhouse (minus "Dalton the cooler", who fights as dirty as he dances), Jones is doing everything possible to satisfy both your gridiron and lunner needs.
With 12 flatscreens tuned to NFL games, their menu's a cut above the average sports-aurant, replete with classic Benedicted fare, plus more mustachioed dishes like fried chicken, Kobe sliders, and prime steak & eggs w/ dry-aged Black Angus.
Jones also 'roids up brunch's other key component -- morning drinks -- by offering 9am bottle service, complete with bloody/screwdriver mixers; and while nighttime b-service only proves that you're desperate to get into the VIP despite being not even remotely "I", in the late morning it signifies true Commitment to Excellence
Jones' deal is available from 9am-5pm, enough time to watch all your games succumb to the temptation of a second bottle -- which should ease you nicely into your other Sunday tradition: crying yourself to sleep because tomorrow's Monday