The first time I attempted to have brunch at Lula, I showed up at 9:30 a.m. only to be told that there was an hour and a half wait, resulting in my first visit to Treat Restaurant. Naturally, it was the third time that was a charm, and when I finally got a table, it was at the bar. At 9:15 a.m.

For those of you who actually follow the pre-brunch guide diatribes, you should know that there are only a few things that I absolutely avoid when going to brunch: long waits and screaming children. Luckily, the latter isn’t much of a problem at Lula, but the former has been a huge issue. Mainly, I have to consistently explain why I’m too much of a little bitch to wait for a table in order to accurately give a weighted opinion of what I think of this place — and as a website that is based entirely on a meal for people who are too lazy and hungover to cook for themselves, I find this to be completely excusable.

I digress: So, last night, I was at the Goose Island Craft Brewers Conference VIP Event, and felt it was a great opportunity to ask Sous Chef Mike Simmons, “How the hell can I get a table?” The answer: bribery, in the form of a six pack.  While I have not tested the theory (and it’s highly possible that Simmons was just being ironic), I’m really interested in seeing how it would pan out — especially if 20 people do that same thing. Could a beer bidding war go down, where the best six pack wins?

— Carly Fisher