I've been meaning to write this review for a few weeks, but stupid Christmas got in the way. Anyway. I went to this joint with my sullen thirteen year old. Thought I'd take the little freeloader out to lunch. I hadn't been there in forever, so my recollection was foggy, at best. The freeloader had eggs benny with bacon, grilled tomato, and arugula. That came with chunky hash browns. Pretty classic, but with a basil hollandaise. Yarm. The little jerk wouldn't let me taste her benny, but judging from how fast it flew down her gullet, it was a two thumbs up. I managed to sneak a couple of hash browns without getting a fork in my hand - they were great. I would've had more, but I'm old, and my reflexes aren't what they used to be. Now, I'd like to discuss what I really came on here to talk about: the rösti. Gentle Jesus, meek and mild. This thing is like, ninety seven pounds of pure, unadulterated deliciousness. Pro tip, get yours stuffed. Might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb, right? But I'm getting ahead of myself. This is *like* a traditional rösti, as much as Kent Monkman's landscapes are *like* a Bob Ross. Picture this, my hungry friend; a (shredded) potato pancake as big as your head, all crispy and brown around the edges, rather like it was trimmed with the shoestring potatoes from my misspent youth. It's smothered in the same velvety hollandaise as the benny, and topped with a perfectly cooked sunny side up egg, the yolk of which was pure golden, super silky lusciousness. When I pierced this beauty with my fork, gooey melty cheese curds oozed out. So far, fantastic. BUT, nestled in this gooey crispy indulgent extravaganza are bacon lardons - meaty, juicy, salty chunks of bacon that has done some serious work on itself. I think the French must have some sort of lifeline to the culinary gods. But that's another review altogether. Needless to say, I finished that whole monster all by myself. I felt like a late life Henry VIII after, but it was so worth it. Service was great, (I can only drink decaf, and our doll of a server made a fresh pot, just for me) and there was a super hot dude in the kitchen. All told, it was magnificent. I'd like to go back every day, but I'd have to roll myself home.