yum

sunday brunch. it had been a long time since i'd done it right. but yesterday i made up for it... well, maybe i should say The Bad Waitress made up for it. i'd never been, but had heard great things... and was not let down. i was with a group of four, and everyone was satisfied... and therefore stuffed.

omelettes, scrambles, benedict- this place knows its eggs. and the pancakes? enormous, topped with fruit, just the right consistency of doughiness and straight-from-the-grill-edness. (and, they're even great the next day as a monday morning treat.) and those english muffins! i forgot to ask where those magnificent morsels come from... but it has to be a local bakery, or baked in-house, because they were twice the thickness of "normal" english muffins, and tasted like bread dough heaven. yum indeed.

i was so hungry, and excited about the plates of food in front of me, that i forgot to take photos until halfway through the meal... but i suppose that adds a little authenticiy, yes?

oh! a little detail: it's not so much the bad waitress as it is the lack-of-waitress. you write your order on your own slip (i had a little trouble), pre-pay before your meal, get your own water, and really only see your server when he or she brings your food. however, there are enough servers around that you can flag one down to ask questions- which we did, and she was quite delightful. not bad at all.