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| - I don't like breakfast places. When I sit down at a table and someone asks me if I want coffee, I'm immediately disgusted. If I wanted dirty bean water, I'd sip the mud-sludge out of a gutter on Via de Ventura. I also don't crave eggs or grits or toast. I am a man, and I am powered by steak, and burgers, and alcohol. I also hate the atmosphere of breakfast places. Sunny, and open, with weird art on the walls - no.
So that said, my co-worker talked me into going here, and it is awesome. Yeah you go in and it's all sunny and there are a bunch of families there, and grandma and grandpa took little junior to get some waffles, and they try to serve you coffee as if you're a dirty hobo, but the food... hoooooly cow, man. The food is delicious.
I'm talking about thick strips of bacon - as thick as a strip of beef jerky, and cooked to perfection: crispy, but not burnt. I grabbed an Eggs Benedict with hash browns, and the entire plate figuratively slid down my throat. Nothing was greasy or oily, but it had to be unhealthy as delicious as it was. But it did not feel unhealthy! The orange juice was freshly squeezed (I had a seed in mine! That's authentic!) and delicious. The service was fast (for a breakfast place), and reasonably courteous.
I'll be back.
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