This is a do not miss...do not miss unless you hate eggs of course. But if you are a egg lover like us, you should not hesitate. Got here at 1:45pm missing the madness of the lunch rush. Casino was popping, three story chandelier across the way and a hookah smoking caterpillar let's you know you've almost made it.
Order an eggslut, don't be a fool, get two if you like to eat. Get extra toast. Grab a sandwich as well, I like the Fairfax with bacon. Then find a seat and wait, impatiently wait. Your stomach grumbles, you get jealous as others get theirs, and it takes a short minute because it's made to order. They call your name get back to your seat..dig in...dip your toast, spread the poached egg and mashers all over it like butter. Dip some more..dip again.. breathe..you've now been changed forever. Soak it all in..because whatever you were before, you are an eggslut now...
Strong four..almost a five...fricking on the level. Nuff said..