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| - This was my third visit to O&I, and the first time experiencing the "brunch menu." Plenty of lunchable dishes, tho, so while my 3 yr old devoured the perfect thick pancakes with custard and blueberry compote, my wife and I enjoyed two tasty flatbreads - mine with prosciutto (bellissima!) and hers with short rib (get 'r dun!).
The serving size was generous, she barely finished hers and she hadn't eaten yet that day (we arrived around 2 pm), and I got to bring home 3 pieces for a nice snack later. (which she scammed from me!! lucky I love her....)
Everything was cooked perfectly, and delicious. The decor of the place is top-notch, making me feel like I just had my living room decorated by Vern Yip from Trading Places. (always love his designs) Lots of hanging candles, rustic furniture, and an open air feel with a large outdoor patio.
The bakery has a nice assortment of freshly baked goodies (my son loved the gingerbread man cookies - and I must say, they were still warm and soft - best I ever had) and even gave me a free homemade biscuit for my "best friend" at home.
And the prices, though a tad bit steep, are very reasonable for the food quality. Lunch for 3 of us, including a glass of wine and a quenching rasberry mojito was about $60.
The service was just okay, not too attentive, and the waiter, tho friendly, committed one of my most hated pet peeves. As I've said in a review for Ernie's, you are NOT impressing me 1 bit by memorizing my order. Do they not give waiters/waitresses pens and paper anymore??? You could have saved yourself a few percentage points in the tip, if you you didn't have to come back to me 10 minutes later and ask me AGAIN what I ordered. Or say "You ordered the..........(long pause waiting for me to fill in the blank)...." Nope! (buzzer) The Jones Family gets a chance to steal!!!
To all servers. Please. I'm begging you. Write down my order. In crayon if you want. Tattoo it on your forearm. Whatever it takes. Just please don't come back to me asking what I ordered. 5 minutes after my meal, I won't remember you, and I won't run home to nominate you for a mensa membership. I just want what I ordered.
(stepping off my soapbox now)
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