I'm coming again for brunch. I've already got it planned out. I'm going to get something that sticks to your insides for six months, filling you with syrupy, bacon goodness. We were lucky we scored bar seats right before it got packed on a Sunday morning.
Brown sugar. Bacon. Banana. Waffles. Get them and don't share! We shared. Why did we share?! They were really fucking good. I got the latke benny for myself, which was very good; never had latkes made with white potatoes before. My Jew senses are telling me there's a goy in the kitchen making latkes, but I'll accept it because everything was great. Lots of coffee refills. Super friendly bartender who made just enough conversation. Patrons seemed pretty pleased all around.
The curtain thing is kind of weird when you walk in, but I guess it did make sitting at the bar just a little bit more private. I think my next trip calls for a mimosa (bottomless? who knows!).