This place is on the "Independence Lunch Loop" for my coworkers and I. We come here when we need some good old fashioned greasy spoon selections in a funky, French Montmartre atmosphere. The interior is really artsy and fun, with a bit of a circus tent flair (beware: there are creepy/ultra funky portraits of clowns). They have amazing breakfast bowls named after the Southern suburbs that usually involve some sort of melted cheese or gravy.
I always get flashbacks to My Big Fat Greek Wedding while I am there. If you have been there, you will know what I mean.
All cute, available, employed men under the age of 40 who drive nice cars (my personal weakness) need to come here for lunch and make eyes with me.
They serve Dr. Pepper.
Enjoy!