Hartford is one of those places that outsiders are wary of. We can sit here and debate why, whether it's fair, whether it's reality, perception, race, poverty, or cattiness, but the fact remains, people are skeptical. That outsider opinion only accentuates our hope that when a friend or family member visits town, they have a great time.
This particular evening that didn't happen.
We received this text Saturday evening and by Monday we all knew Braza didn't matter. Oddly, that Friday we had attempted to visit Braza On The Plaza during lunch for what would have been our first Braza eating experience and were stunned to find it closed. "Closed at lunch on Friday at Constitution Plaza?" "That's not a good sign."
Hardcore business analysis was dropped that afternoon.
So we never ate at Braza. Visited a few times, had a few beers, saw some karaoke, but at a slight build and not a fan of large quantities of red meat, the Braza buffet was never exactly a value buy here. Yet we did know Braza for one remarkable thing. As unlikely as it may seem, we were once told Braza was the best West End Tuesday Night First Date Bar.
The thinking behind this unique theory was explained to us roughly as follows;
"First, it's a Tuesday night, so, no one has plans on a Tuesday night. Basically, if a girl won't go out with you on a Tuesday night, she's not interested. Braza is a great place to start the date. It has a good atmosphere, a few good beers, and it's low key and quiet enough so that you can get a good rapport going. You pretty much have the bar to yourself at Braza on a Tuesday and you're still right in the middle of the West End."
Hey, the best we've ever come up with is Tinker's.