Weekend Kickstart.
After a quick latte stop at Manic, I hiked up here with my intrepid dining-companion-turned-foodtographer Emily "cheese please" H. I had tried Grapefruit Moon once in the summer, and hadn't been back due solely to the distance.
Cute décor, though the place is a bit (understated) crowded and tight to navigate. I've seen larger washrooms on WestJet flights. Still, Emily and I waited a mere ten minutes and scored a cozy booth at the back that had walls on three sides and a curtain (optionally closed) on the fourth. Because the kitchen is at the side of the restaurant, this was a fairly low-traffic area.
Emily had the two-item omelette (she went for brie and mozzarella) while I was thinking yo quiero huevos rancheros. Both plates showed up nicely presented; on mine the folded tortilla peeked out from beneath separate piles of eggs, beans and guacamole with salsa off to the side and hallmark grapefruit garnish. It was enough to induce plate envy in my companion until she got a bite of her doubly-delicious two-cheese medley and lost all desire to stray from her own plate. I tried it too; one bite of that omelette was enough to make me regret my own (still delicious) choice.
It's usually really hard to get a coffee refill over brunch (hence the latte stop in advance). Service wasn't overly attentive, but we were taken care of and the cup was kept full. That's al I ask. Three-and-a-half stars, rounded up.