Dig if you will, a family: looking for brunch in their 'hood.
Seen this place so many times, had heard it was good.
Ugh. Maybe new owners? This afternoon - filthy dishes from past meals liking up EVERYWHERE (gross...), 35+ minutes for bacon and eggs, a giant piece of hair in my home fries, forgot our drinks twice (didn't arrive until after our meal) and lots of unhappy patrons.
Never going back.
Oh, and hipsters hate kids. At least here they do. I know my kid is only 2 foot 3, stop STARING! Yes! It is a child! I know he's not reading Proust or holding a paper handle bag from a Leslieville outlet, but he's a person who needs to eat, too. Suck it.