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I mean, ew.
It's adorable, in a prefab sort of way. And the servers are cute, sassy, and sharp. And the stuff on the menu sounds good. But damn, the ugly pile of slop they served me was nauseating.
I mean, the individual parts tasted good enough, but it was so unappetizing and enormous, it really did put me off my food. (And trust me, I have no problem with over the top food... but this was just gross.)
Supposedly a "benedict", my brunch included a giant pile of mashed potatoes, two enormous biscuits, 4 slices of bacon, at least 3 scrambled eggs, a melted-crisp slice of mozzerella, and chipotle hollandaise. Oh, and a couple pieces of fruit, so you could eat healthy. When the waiter saw the look on my face, he said "Isn't it great?" Uh, no. No, actually. And, no.
My mom's brunch was a little less jumbo: meatloaf hash, fried eggs, and a biscuit, served in a full-size cast-iron skillet. It could have fed us both, amply, with leftovers. It was huge, but not disgustingly so.
Great concept, heartland food in a hip setting. But a truly nauseating execution.
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