Brisket Skillet. It's a work of art.
And that's all I need to say about this place. The dish really was that great. The sweetness of the potatoes. The golden blanket of hollandaise. The fried eggs.
Everything in between this dish, from the hot black skillet it was carried in, the cold winter day that tested my patience when I waited outside to get in, the elbow to elbow space of this cozy and trendy breakfast joint in the Beltline, the beautiful people filling the air with noise and life, the servers moonlighting as ninjas, and the hot coffee downed within 10 minutes of sitting in...these were all just background noise.
I wanna do it up again. Someone come with me here, maybe after a night of who-knows-what-we'll-get-into and share place of this dish along with other 2nd/3rd place picks I had to painfully pass up the last time I was here.