Sort of a predicament. We went for brunch and the food sucked. Look Sardine, learn to cook eggs. It's not hard. They do it for a 1/4th of the price at greasy spoons across the country. When you order over medium eggs, the yolk shouldn't be solid. YOU SHOULD NOT FUCK THIS UP WHEN YOU CHARGE 12 dollars for two eggs and a 3/4th inch segment of ring bologna and the end of a dried out brat (billed as the 'german sausage' - god, fuck off, for fuck's sake. German sausage...).
Also, when you make an omelet, you need to do a little more than insert some tepid chunks of brie and mushroom into a folded over egg-pancake. Omelets are light and fluffy. Not chunky and soggy. Gross.
But we still liked it because of the atmosphere. Really kickass view of the lake. If you go at noon and you concentrate real hard, it's almost as if the you're not looking out onto a frozen lake. (It was winter.) Sun shines right in, reflecting off cars in the lot. It's like not being in Wisconsin. I almost felt like I was home for a second. Thank you, blinding sun.