This spot is so good, I almost didn't include it in my reviews. Truthfully, if I wasn't so desperate at this point to keep coming up with places, I would have kept it to myself.
It's like a house with mix matched cutlery and plates. Two floors of total living room feel. The waiters all have beards (except the girls obviously), and are a perfect reflection of the clientele, a kind of west end hippy musician type with beards and lots of hand-knit sweaters.
West end hippy musician types aside, the breakfast here is fantastic and in the summer they have a great little patio. This place is so good, that you have to be at least a three-peat booty call before I'll take you here the next day. Fo real.