Steve
Google
I happened to stumble into this place early on a Saturday morning after my wife finally dragged me out to go mattress shopping--it had taken 3 years of convincing and I was always too exhausted to go (probably from lack of quality sleep). Anyway, as a balding, nearly 40 year-old man who typically does nothing this early, I was instantly transported to a foreign land, the likes of which I had never seen: Planet Instagram. The decor was SO Instagram that I thought the restaurant was trying to make a parody of it. Neon signs in cursive (in multiple fonts and colors). Bamboo shoots sprouting in the center of the room. Trees blooming artificial flowers. Various wine bottles and glasses of every odd shape hanging from the ceiling. There was even an influencer photo station. It all seemed funny to me, but I'm likely entering the stage of life where I'll soon be out-of-touch with everything. Apparently so, because this joint was PACKED wall-to-wall with women of every age, size, and background. And they were all having a blast.
I took a sip of my water and searched inwardly, finding strength to give this place a chance. I got the huevos benitos (eggs benedict) and the wife got the breakfast burrito. The food looked good and tasted fairly good. The Mexican flare on the menu was a nice spin on your classic breakfast joint. I could tell some of the ingredients had gone stale (the English muffin and the chips). The breakfast burrito legitimately tasted great.
I was too drunk on Instagram fumes to try a cocktail, but people seemed to be gobbling those up. I could see how the right person would have a great time here. For me, I had my experience and the food was worth the price. However, I probably won't have a reason to come back.