Richard H.
Yelp
Oy. My hopes were high, maybe vibing off the look of the place and the good times for the restaurant that preceded Little Goat in this space.
My husband and arrived at 12:00 for brunch following a massage. We were both relaxed and looking for a good meal.
We had reservations, but even that didn't go well initially as there was confusion about our reservation and who the host was. Confusion solved and we were shown to our table.
Water arrived quickly as did an answer to my husband's question about the menu -- delivered was just slightest be of shade.
Our server was lovely. Greeted us warmly and took orders for coffee and was practically running before I got the whole order out of my mouth. I had to say call her back to ask what scones they had (this was not on the menu). She told me and I ordered the dried fig scone.
She arrived promptly with the scone and she took our order for brunch, and then she was off again. Scone was served with no condiments nor a question about whether we wanted butter or jam.
We waited, and waited. I clocked the number of tables she appeared to be responsible for -- eight tables with six of them, including us, seated. Most with just two people.
Ten minutes on, I had to start looking around for her and signal her with my eyes and a bit of a nod. I asked about our coffee. And she was off again. We waited another five minutes and the coffee arrived. No sugar or creamer on the table. None offered. She was off again.
Our meal arrived. My husband got the grain bowl, which was loaded with sliced red onion. Onion were not included among the list of ingredients on the menu. And there were a lot. We couldn't find our server, so my husband signaled to another staff person. He arrived, listened and took the plate away without a word. Were they sending out another one?
Waitress arrived to question us. My husband explained. We then heard her warn everyone around us as they were ordering the grain bowl. Another bowl arrived, freshly prepared and without onion.
I started to eat mine, which was a poached egg with country ham and pan bread. The poached egg was the size of a quarter and the country ham was ONE very thin slice of country ham (aka prosciutto). I mean like what generally appears on top of a pizza (and then usually more than one slice). On the positive side, there was plenty of grated parmesan. A virtual cloud of it. The best part of the dish. Pan bread was okay, but it was cold. No salt and pepper on the table and none offered. No butter or jam with the meal and none offered.
We left unimpressed. I left hungry -- and $75 poorer. It's really too bad, because it is a great space, a good location and we're locals, so we'd definitely be back if it had been good.