Make sure there's not a goddamn fucking game that day (or be in the area for it and thus be prepared for the parking rape), and you can have yourself a real good meal at Eastern Standard. If, that is, you stick to the burger.
Fries: Even though they're shoestring, they're still a little potato-y and some were soft like I like 'em, some were crisp like the rest of you like 'em.
They brought me an aioli for my fries. It was good.
|Sweet bread with butter comes out; it's fine.|
The menu is pretty boring anyway. Just get that burger.