Take your ma, take your gramma, take your out-of-town snobby friends. They'll love the high ceilings, efficient service, floral overload, and butterscotch scones.
For brunch and lunch, prices are decent, but food falls a little flat, in an un-updated menu kind of way. Nothing for the spicy, sharp taste lovers, but lots of goat cheese, preserved artichokes, roasted red peppers. International influences via 1993. Food temperatures in the lukewarm range. You can eat here easily as a vegetarian, not as a vegan. Not surprising, as there aren't a lot of Chico-bedecked rose-potpourri-sachet-sporting Oprah-bookclub-loving vegans out there (or at least, not in crown town, maybe in Martha's Vineyard?).
I'm not the french toast type so maybe I'm missing the point - I've seen the mass of egg-soaked banana breadmountain at other tables and done a double take or two. Hmm.
It's really a gorgeous space, so I'll keep Pewter Rose in my pocket for next time the ma-in-law's in town.