This place is an arbitrage shop, a grocery store in disguise, from Macarons that are shipped from Phoenix, to "fresh" orange juice that comes from the Fry's next door(the store brand at that). Not only that, but the mislabeled items are not very good. I came here for a french macaron and in return what I got was the texture(and taste) of a stale green oreo. The egg benedict came with chip chopped ham, hollandaise out of a McCormick's package and a "fresh" salad courtesy of Fry's next door. This place is an insult to my intelligence and a disgrace to the word "bistro." I can accept places that make crappy food and own up to it, but this place masquerades as an trendy French bistro using the moniker "scratch," but my question is this "What is made from scratch inside this restaurant?" The answer is nothing. Now on my do not return list.