If I had been blindfolded and brought to Le Gros Jambon I might have believed I was squarely in Williamsburg, Brooklyn what with its kitchy decor and pork pie hat wearing cook, but seeing the exit sign in French would have brought me back to Montreal. Regardless of the hipsterville vibe these people know what they are doing. Fantastic breakfast this was; I had Eggs Benedict, not exotic fare, however, what struck me was the hash browns that accompanied them. I've never been a fan of hash browns, probably because they usually taste of what they usually are: warmed over from the day before hash browns that were themselves prepared by cutting up left over baked potatoes from the night before last and frying them with some onions and lots of salt which can never quite mask the warmed over taste or the smell that is not unlike that of a hotel room that has been converted to non-smoking for some months, but still retains that nicotine-masked-by-Lysol smell. I have eaten at some pretty well respected brunch joints that follow this practice; not the case here. These hash browns were prepared fresh and well seasoned. The ham was also of high quality. A perfect cup of coffee rounded out the meal. Good stuff Maynard.