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| - Was told not to miss the Strip District while working on a project an hour away. Since I had this restaurant bookmarked for a while, took the time yesterday to visit for brunch. And I'm so happy we did! First, it's located in Firestation No 7, built in 1860. It's small, intimate and wonderfully quirky. The food is delicious and filling. My dining partner was late which was no problem for me. Bloody Mary while waiting. It was simple, pure and well-made, not one of the "everything but the kitchen sink" types so prevalent on brunch menus today. The menu is also simple but I still had a hard time deciding on just one thing so we shared. For starters: cinnamon pull-aparts. These puffy little pillows of cinnamon goodness were coated in caramel that maintained the right consistency, even when it cooled. I wanted to lick the plate. A small dish of creme anglaise was served alongside for dipping on pouring over the top...your choice. Our entrees included the smoked salmon benny and the grilled carrot cake. The "benny" was exactly what you would think: a take on eggs benedict but with a fluffy biscuit (that tasted as rich as puff pastry), layered with smoked salmon, topped with a perfectly poached egg and kissed with hollandaise. The grilled carrot cake was prepared like French toast with mascarpone cheese, walnuts and, thank heavens a side of bacon...otherwise I may have gone into a sugar coma. Service was attentive yet unobtrusive and all of the servers were highly knowledgeable not only about the menu but also about the history of the building and events happening throughout the week at the restaurant. I will be back. I have to try the eggs in purgatory.
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