Is it fair to write a review when you were so hung over that you can't remember all the details? You be the judge.
We stumbled in because: 1. we weren't legal to drive, so short walking distance was our limit; and 2. it looked far better than the fast food alternatives in the vicinity.
I recall being amused that some of the staff didn't look far better off than us, and this would have been the start of their shift, so a long day was in the making for the unfortunate crew!
I think the food was good because I took pictures of it and didn't delete them, which is what I do when the food sucks. I'm pretty sure I had the Big Brownstone Breakfast, but I can't remember what the other dish was. Nice picture, though.
The staff were pretty chill and had a good sense of humour, which goes a long way in life.
Was it a gourmet experience I'll never forget? No, because I already forgot it. Will I go back? Most likely, because I am sure to be in the aforementioned situation again some day soon. Maybe next time I'll be able to relate to you a story more germane than telling you about the squirrel than ran in the side door during deliveries. It was funny.