Possibly the best brunch food ever. In CFalls? Can it be? Better than anything I ever had in Chicago, where people are obsessed with BRUNCH. (I mean it. I've seen people wait two hours for their mimosas and gluten-free pancakes and salmon dill omelets or whatever.) But the Blue Door is fantastic--the eggs are constantly perfect, the fruit is fresh AND the kind you want. Anywhere else, you order "fresh seasonal fruit" and wind up with one lone wilted grape on top of a slab of watery melon or honeydew in some syrupy sauce. NOT HERE. Pineapple, blueberries, strawberries, even surprisingly ripe blackberries. I die.
AND THE BACON. If you're not a vegetarian (obviously), you must try it. Or at least smell it. Some meat aficionado would probably be able to tell you the source of this bacon's intoxicating olfactory powers. It smells like WOOD. I swear. Is it Applewood smoked? I have no idea. I am no great meat lover, but this bacon is insanely perfect.
I usually order the vegetarian croissant monsieur, which has the perfect amount of horseradish to make my little Hungarian heart rejoice. Mmmm.
The place can get busy, so expect to wait a bit on a Saturday. They recently removed their booths for more seating, which turned out somewhat awkward and less intimate; you may be knocking knees with your neighbors. But nothing is enough to dissuade me from returning and giving them patronage. Fabulous. Never change, Blue Door!