Look, when you name your cafe after a Tom Waits song (Closing Time, 1973), I'm going to be strongly predisposed to like the place, but I'm also going to hate it violently if it's bad. That said, I was quite relieved that Grapefruit Moon did not disappoint. The huevos rancheros weren't exactly that but were tasty all the same; I'm awarding bonus points for the homemade tortilla and the outdoor seating. The ambiance here is a little ramshackle, much like old Tom himself. A good place to start the day.