Connie L.
Yelp
I almost moaned in the middle of the Sunday brunch rush next to a wholesome family of four. That's how good it was.
We showed up at 10:20, had our names written down by a friendly employee outside, and told to come back at 11. So of course we pregamed brunch with coffee and scones at Le Poutch down the street.
Once inside, we were sat in the back at a large table on bar stools, squeezed so tight the servers had to wiggle in to take our orders. Accompanied by the Cuban jazz playing on the speakers, the chatter of the diners invigorated what was otherwise a rather quiet morning.
- Eggs and sides: Scrambled, poached, they do it all well. You MUST get the champignons, I've never had better mushrooms in my life. (This was the source of the moan.) I witnessed my sisters' eyes roll up into her head after the first bite of her halloumi so I'm guessing that was great too.
- Sweet stack: pancakes drizzled with syrup, whipped cream, tangerines, pears, pomegranate seeds, and my favorite, HAZELNUTS. What the hell. Who came up with this. Get them a nobel prize in chemistry for figuring out how to make things taste this damn good.
The service is prompt, friendly, and bilingual; the interior warm, bustling, and energizing; the food, worthy of several hours of extreme bloating after eating way more than you should. Do it. Come here. Eat everything. No regrets. You're not in Paris to diet.