Chuck and I live in the cool neighborhood of Hillcrest here in San Diego, and I feel fortunate to have a plethora of favorite places just a stone’s throw from the house. Brazzen BBQ has become a staple in our lives, especially with Chuck, who can go there by himself for some beer and a brisket sandwich at the bar, and know that he will not be bored or lonely.
Brazzen has an awesome bartender named Grey, a friendly staff throughout, chefs who actually come out and mingle with patrons, and a regular group of barflies who are there on an almost-daily basis. Although I have never been there by myself, I wouldn’t feel out of place going without Chuck.
I love that when I have a group of friends out on the front terrace, drinking our wine and nibbling on antipasti, Chuck will sometimes come out and announce, “I’m heading over to Brazzen.” As I have mentioned in previous posts, when Chuck is happy, I am happy.
We planned on lunch at Brazzen earlier today, and since I had a few things to do around the house before lunch, I told Chuck to go ahead and I would be about 20 minutes behind him. I snapped some photos along the 3-block trek to the bar-restaurant.
This old house was once inhabited by some big hospital official back in the day. It was supposed to be relocated, but a buyer backed out of the deal. Kind of sad, as I imagine it was a pretty cool place in its prime.
Everyone should have at least one place like Brazzen BBQ; not necessarily for the food, but because there is something cool about having that special home away from home —where everybody knows your name — even if it’s just a few blocks away.