"White Lion Cafe feels like an antique store in an old Florida home that happens to serve meatloaf on tables covered with floral tablecloths. This delightfully unhinged restaurant is mostly a lunch spot—but they do dinner on Friday nights from 5pm till (according to the sign outside) "[the] fat lady sings." There are enough cats on the back patio to start a riot with a laser pointer, and the menu has the kind of comfort food a grandmother might make you for a 2pm dinner. Think fried chicken with a ball of mashed potatoes and fried broccoli with thick ranch. If it’s available, you finish your early dinner/late lunch with a massive coconut cake for dessert." - virginia otazo, ryan pfeffer