While I think this place is fun for its decor and hangover food, the last time I was there not only was waitress was super super rude (arguing with us about what 'over easy' means, and about types of tea. wtf), but my eggs Benedict did not have fucking poached eggs!!! The severely misinformed waitress told me that my eggs would be basted, and that this is the same thing as poached. Fine, I said, not wanting to incur another dumb argument between customer and server at our table. The dish came and my eggs were practically hard boiled. I'm sorry I'm not sorry, but badly poached eggs are unforgivable. Period. You lose the breakfast game if you cannot do this. Take eggs Benedict off of your menu while you learn what exactly that means. Double rude.