Had no probs snagging a table on their sidewalk patio at 2pm on a ridiculously beautiful Sunday afternoon...so that's automatically three stars right there :)
The bloody caesar that I read about in the Grid (they claimed it was exceptional or something) was indeed tasty as heck but not exactly mind-blowing.
We asked the British waiter if they were serving brunch and he said 'we only serve a full English breakfast'. Having a vague idea of what that meant (definitely involves bangers and beans, we figured) we said sure, bring two! So buddy disappears to place our order but never returns to refill our beverages, which sit empty and dejected for far too long in the blazing sun :( Service: shytty. No more stars for you.
The English breakfasts (2 over-easy eggs, 2 sausages, plenty of toast with butter and jam, and small servings of baked beans, mushrooms, 3 home fries and a grilled tomato) hit the spizz-ot. Quite satisfying.
During the brunching hour, you could do worse than Crooked Star. (Bonus points for cheap drafts)