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| - We ordered the roasted chicken and waffles, croque madame, and sourdough waffles with a side of potatoes.
The waiter brought us warm, crunchy epi bread. Slather some butter and fruit preserve (with real cherry? plum?) and your day is already that much better.
Coffee was dark and strong, so much that it created a pleasant head buzz.
The roasted chicken was moist. The accompanying gravy was very flavorful and chock full of mushroom and meat bits. The vanilla bean butter was heavenly. The three pronged flavor attack of vanilla bean butter, gravy, and rich maple syrup almost made my head - and heart - explode. I only wish that my slight hangover hadn't prevented me from fully enjoying and engaging in this meal.
The waffles had a great brunch and were very light. The potatoes were golden from every angle. They were very well cooked - firm, starch intact, glistening.
Croque madame was the best dish. Next time, I'll definitely order this one, especially since I crave eggs on hazy Sunday mornings. Layers of ham giving way to a slightly crispy brioche, topped with a lovely egg? This may now replace fried chicken as my pick for Last Meal On Earth, should I ever find myself waiting on the executioner's block.
The restaurant interior reminded me of a Magritte painting - a little irreverent, a little reserved, but still playful.
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