- Riley Bratzler
- Mother Muff's Extreme BLT.
My Mother’s Famous Hot Toddy ($6) tastes like the kind you make when sick, not to enjoy, soured by lemon wedges and cheap Lipton tea out of balance with honey whiskey. A can of Great Divide’s Yeti Imperial Stout ($5.75) tastes overly majestic by contrast. Its dark, roasty profile helps wash off the cloying overdose of sticky faux-maple sweetness that is the generic chicken-n-waffles ($8.99), which is not helped by a side shot of sappy maple whiskey ($3 extra). The Extreme BLT ($9.99) demands a jaw workout with a hard, chewy, not very flavorful bacon layer punctuated by raw red onion sharpness, with a side of oil-logged, barely warm, limp fries.