Matthew R.
Google
I’m that person in the family who refuses to eat the same chain breakfast spot again just because “they know our order.” When I’m in town, I’m on a mission — find something new, healthy, and preferably not served under fluorescent lighting.
A quick search for “healthy breakfast in Claremont” led me here. The location? Perfect — right off Foothill, super easy to find. The parking? A mild urban survival challenge, but manageable.
Now, let’s talk food. I asked for a breakfast burrito with egg whites only, and the server hit me with, “We can’t do that — our eggs come pre-scrambled.” Excuse me, what? Pre-scrambled? Somewhere in a warehouse, there’s a giant industrial bag of eggs living its best life. So, I pivoted and went vegan.
The vegan breakfast burrito was… fine. Not bad. Not great. Like a C+ student who shows potential but didn’t study. The hash browns were clearly frozen — hot edges, cold heart. I respect the effort, but the middle of my hash brown needed a little therapy session with the heat lamp.
In our crew, we had mixed reviews on coffee — one cappuccino that made someone deeply question their life choices, and one Americano that got rave reviews. So, 50/50 there.
Now the real kicker: the staff. Let’s just say morning cheer wasn’t on the menu. They were warm and chatty with the regulars but gave us the same energy you’d give a telemarketer. The first words I heard were “What do you want?” — no “Good morning,” no “Welcome,” just straight to business.
Overall, I’d come back for the location and the concept — they’re almost onto something good here. But a little warmth with the coffee would go a long way. (Pro tip: smile at the new customers — we might actually turn into regulars.)