This place would be a nightmare for a PETA activist. I counted at least 4 fur coats while dining here. I felt a little under dressed with my shirt I got for 10 bucks cause there's a rip in it and my 1.99 thriftstore slippers that I try to pass off as shoes. Oh well. Not gonna let my low self-esteem stop me from getting an amazing meal. Went here for Sunday brunch. This is not a place where Saturday night partiers go to recover from hangovers. It looked like the afterchurch crowd, or for family get togethers.
Our server was nice but you could tell he wanted us to order quickly. I felt like Ralphie in the Christmas Story when Santa keeps asking him what he wants and out of sheer anxiety he settles for tinker toys. Oooewww. I hear myself yelling out mocha. I don't drink coffee, let alone mochas. Shoot. As soon as I said it I wanted to change my answer but swoosh he was gone. Oh well. It actually wasn't too bad. It wasn't sweet at all which was nice and I rather enjoyed it. My friend had the fresh squeezed OJ but I didn't really think it tasted fresh squeezed. We shared the sticky bun and I had the egg sandwich while she had the fire benedict. The sticky bun was a perfect sharing size and had just the right amount of stickiness, not too sweet.
I loved the egg sandwich and potatoes. The potatoes were greasy, salty and delicious. The bacon was thick and crispy. The clay bread tasted like naan so yup liked that too. The egg was actually the only part that was just ok. (I could live my life without ever eating an egg and be perfectly satisfied). I just started growing my adult tastebuds a few years ago after hating eggs for years but still am not a big fan of them. However, the server confidently stated it was one of the best on the menu and I pretty much did whatever he said.
My friend loved her fire benedict. I tried the arugala salad that came with it and it was awesome. I would definitely come back to try dinner.