I REALLY didn’t want to like this place after waiting nearly an hour for a table with a pregnant wife and a two year old. Plus, we got there before it even opened and the wait was already that bad, with a line out front. You’d think they were giving their food away!
So as we sat there and waited, my doubts started to brew, “It couldn’t possibly be worth it.” Like when you’re stuck in traffic and you tell yourself “There had better be an accident!”
Well, it was worth it. Although, I do have a strong suggestion to make the wait more tolerable. About halfway into it I went in and got a chocolate chunk muffin that was easily the best I’ve ever had. So incredibly moist and gooey- we devoured it in about 3 seconds, like a pack of ravenous hyenas.
Then, about 20 minutes after that, we finally got our table. I had the eggs benny, my son had the blueberry pancakes and my wife had the Spanish scramble. All were excellent. The Spanish eggs taking last place, but the ingredients in everything are so fresh that it’s hard not to swoon over every morsel.
The next time I go back though, I’m getting a baby-sitter. A one hour plus wait with a two year old on the sidewalk is not my idea of a relaxing Sunday brunch.