Over the years, I have developed a typical abused spouse syndrome towards this wretched brunch place. Every time I go there and get mistreated, I leave angry, swearing never to go back. Two weeks later, I hopelessly trudge back there for another take, and again, I storm out fuming and swearing it was the last time. Well, this time I have really, really had it. No more for me. I do not even know where to begin. The worst service you can imagine magnified by ten. Last time I went there on a Saturday morning, when the place was nearly empty. My husband and I were placed in the farthest corner of the restaurant, practically INSIDE the little side room for the dirty dishes, squeezed between a constantly swinging door and a wall. 35 weeks pregnant and rather huge, I asked the host if we could have a different, more comfortable table. His response? Well you know, we try to distribute the tables more evenly. The cups are habitually dirty. Getting bottled water is an impossible task. If you lose your knife, you better learn to cut with your teeth, because you ain't getting a new one. The home-fried potatoes are so overfried and burned, I think they recycle the ones from three weeks ago. My last dish there had two thick hairs on the bottom. The waitress didn't even offer to have it replaced. The bathrooms are a health violation. Yes, they occasionally have spectacular reuben sandwiches and good bacon, but really, really, I have HAD it.
Pros: Good bacon
Cons: Everything else