We'd been wanting to give this place a try. Saw they were open on Christmas and went for it.
The good: White chocolate mocha with almond milk. The food is aesthetically pleasing.
Open on Christmas, thank you.
The bad: I see why you pay 1st here. We wanted to get a refund and leave but we stayed rather than deal with the hassle of starting over and going to another place on a holiday.
French toast was advertised as baguette dipped in vanilla custard. I got a cold breadstick with light grill marks on one side dipped in nothing.
The sausage was cold flavorless pig grease.
Hashbrowns are greasy by nature. These were finished with an oil drizzle over the top. Maybe truffle oil? Kinda weird. Not good.
Pancakes were rubbery. Had to saw on them to get a bite.
Pre packaged cold butter pads and cold generic syrup.
The service: When asked how everything was, I responded "barely okay". Server said great and cheerily started clearing our table mid bite. It was the friendliest get the eff out ever. Done with all the empathy of a serial killer.
As I write this I'm eating 2 day old nuked pizza. 1. Because I'll be allowed to finish. 2. Because it's better.
A member of my party described the place as the prettiest left overs she's ever eaten.