Made the mistake of stopping here for breakfast while my girlfriend and I were on our way to nespresso. I thought that I might discover something new and exciting, but instead left the place feeling ripped off. I ordered the poached eggs on toast - instead of getting restaurant quality poached eggs on a nice slice of bread, I got a rubbery egg that was poached inside a stencil on top of generic supermarket toast. Keep in mind that I was still paying "yorkville" prices for this monstrosity.
I didn't have the cheesecake, but was amused to see the manager behind the counter pulling out cakes from a box that had labels on them screaming "mass market junk".
I don't know how this place has managed to survive - my guess is that it's a tourist trap and occasionally get's an idiot like me wanting to give a quaint looking place a try.