Celena S.
Yelp
Looking for a spot that combines cute Instagram aesthetics with a side of culinary disaster? Look no further!
My cappuccino was the shining star - hot, frothy, and actually tasty. Now, onto the lemon ricotta pancakes saga - the first attempt tasted like a regrettable encounter with lemon-scented cleaning supplies. I summoned the bravery to have my husband try it, and it was a unanimous "nope."
As I awaited my pancake rescue mission, I engaged in a full-on fruit fly battle. Those little buggers were on a mission to conquer every crumb in the joint. After an agonizing 25 minutes, a lone pancake emerged. At this point, my patience was thinner than the pancakes, especially since there were only 3 other souls in the entire restaurant. I questioned the space-time continuum that allowed a half-hour pancake reconstruction for a grand total of one pancake when it was meant to be two!
Summoning the manager involved a time warp of its own - 5 minutes to emerge from the abyss of the kitchen. Frustration peaked, especially considering the customer-to-table ratio was astoundingly low. We decided to make a swift exit, and the waitress, sensing the impending disaster, offered not to charge for the pancakes. My retort? "I wouldn't pay for them anyway."
The manager, fashionably late, apologized and acknowledged the pancake mishap. He insisted on boxing up the lonely pancake, but at that point, I was more interested in escaping than embracing a to-go tragedy.
I would never ever go back here, nor would I recommend it. For a completely empty brunch place on a Sunday morning, the service sucked, the food was DISGUSTING, and the flies were plentiful.