I think my niblings are still wiping the drool from their faces. Before they were even halfway through their meals, they asked if we could eat here every morning of our vacation. Micaela's strawberry-flambé pancakes had just the right level of sweetness, while Carter's latkes and eggs weren't overly heavy and had just the right level of grease -- not too much to have your arteries whimper, but enough to make you smile with each bite. I had a yogurt-and-honey-dolloped cinnamon brioche, which was quite tasty on its own, especially with the fresh fruit.
Our smoothies were only so-so. I was excited to down my berry concoction, but it just didn't live up to my expectations. Neither did the niblings' pagés, which, according to my native francophone friend, doesn't mean squat in French. There were several other items on the menu that we didn't get to try, so I'm sure we'll be back at least once more this weekend.