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| - when my florist does something good, it's great. i can't afford to spend my meagre eating out budget here too often, though, because it's always a gamble.
for example, brunch on sunday was an epic disappointment.
we ordered the eggs benedict, not knowing we would actually get the chicken ovary soup of sadness. two of the tiniest poached eggs i've ever seen in my life - the size of quail eggs, without the flavor - with a thin, flavorless version of hollandaise sauce.
instead of the usual big, fluffy english muffins you use for this dish, there were two ridiculously tiny pieces of ciabatta toast.
we ordered another egg, over-easy, to help satisfy our sunday hunger, and it came out runny and gross.
the sides were great - we got some extra wheat toast (the bread here is always amazing), gruyere potatoes, and fresh fruit. we would have skipped the fruit and subbed it for the potatoes, but the menu did not advertise that the eggs benedict came with fruit - whiny nitpick, but like i said, i've got limited budget action all up in my wallet space.
the fruit was delicious and fresh. the potatoes were scalloped, an interesting choice for brunch time, but tastefully pared with leeks and just enough gruyere melted atop.
long story short for this place - stick to happy hours, sandwiches, and salads. especially friday nights, when they have a great pianist come in.
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