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| - We had an event in Verona to attend on Easter Sunday, so we made a reservation at Paoli Schoolhouse Café for brunch beforehand. We'd never been there before, and I've been curious about the place for awhile. I was surprised that it was so easy to reserve, and in fact the place was not crowded at all when we arrived.
We entered the building and found ourselves in a gift shop and waiting room area, and no one came to check us in for several minutes, until we wandered closer to the dining area and peeked our heads in. The hostess then seated us. The table for two was one of only two pub tables I saw, and it was just pub-style height enough to make it awkward to put your feet either on the floor or on the chair rungs. As a bonus, I had to sit on my coat; the surface of the seat was badly crackled faux leather, and my lace dress and nylons would definitely have caught and snagged. The rest of the tables are normal height and the seats are covered in velvet.
Our waitress, friendly and wearing a tiara, was very nice and efficient. A bit too familiar for my daughter's preference, as she was the recipient of several motherly pats and hugs. Not everyone is comfortable with that type of physical contact. Just something to think about.
The food was basic and standard. Nothing to write home about, but it was fine. Requests for substitutions or deletions to dishes were not possible because they had everything pre-made, presumably in steam tables, and the kitchen staff apparently just fills plates. The Easter brunch had a separate printed menu, but the list of dishes was identical to their standard brunch menu. Odd. Dark coffee; it wasn't bad. The omelet came with a plasticky triangle of american cheese melted on top of it. The eggs benedict was well prepared, except that the hollandaise was straight up bitter. I could taste bitter lemon and (I could swear) vinegar, very predominantly. I couldn't finish it for that reason, which was a shame. My daughter said her coconut cream pie was excellent. The waitress was overly insistent that I try it, after I said no thanks several times. I'm sure she was just trying too hard, but we could have used her dialing it down just a notch on all fronts.
Very cute country French-esqe interior, tiny chandeliers and shabby chic furniture. Wide, rough-hewn wood slat walls with windows left in provide room separations. Nice touches like sugar lumps in reproduction pink depression glass dishes on each table. The gift shop had well chosen items and was attractively styled.
All in all, it was fine. It seems like the other reviews really liked this place for other meals, so we'll try them again sometime for lunch or dinner.
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