Sunday Brunch. Not my pick but I'm always up to try something new. I arrived at 11:30 on a recent Sunday. The bar was turned into a restaurant complete with tables on the stage. They warn you to watch your step. I can see why. I would be the one who falls face first and sprains and ankle. The decor is exactly what is to be expected. Imagine waking up with a hang over and wandering into the bar you ended the night at only, it's sunny out and the lights are on. This type of place should remain in the dark. The menu has some creative options. Small menu but a good mix of lunch and breakfast items. I chose the granola french toast. Our server informed us that it was prepared a little differently than what was on the menu. They had been serving it with a red wine sauce. Sounded good to me. I also added on the maple bacon. Then we waited and waited. Our server came over three times and told us our food would be out soon. When we were finally presented with our meals we had been at the restaurant for almost an hour. Not what I would expect for brunch. We were also informed that we got the last two orders of the french toast. The maple bacon was on point. Sweet, salty, thick and cooked to perfection. The french toast was crusted with granola. The berries on top were cooked in the wine sauce which I felt was lacking. These thick pieces of french toast had a hearty helping of granola on top. For me, this dish was screaming for a generous helping of a thick and creamy sauce to balance out the dryness of the granola. A large dollop of a pudding like consistency sauce would have been perfect. Overall, the dish was good but not great.