Parking was a joke on the little side street. The lot in back has four spaces that were probably taken by the waiters. I asked a waiter, who was on the porch, ""Hi, we're here for brunch. It's our first time. Do we check in with you?"" He could not have been more hostile,""Do you have reservations?"", he scowled, hopefully assuming we were a big party and could be turned away. "" When I called, they said we could just walk in"". There were only four of us. Visibly disappointed, he muttered for us to follow him in and then just left us standing in the dining room until someone else told us to take one of the available tables. My wife saw the first waiter spying angrily from behind a curtain in the back that he quickly closed when caught. ""I'll try to find you some menus"", the second waiter offered bitterly before he too became lost. What seemed like days passed, actually 15 minutes, when he came rushing by again, I asked through parched lips, ""Can we see a menu please?"". "" I told you, I'll try to find them."" I told you? I told you? Surely my hearing was also going haywire. A waiter would never say"" I told you"", would they? Another 15 minutes waiting for iced tea in (who cares now) Mason jars. Then the long march waiting for the food. By the way, Mr Joshua, I saw no art, no charm, and certainly no quaint craftsman experience. Only disdain, disregard. disrespect, and a hostile vibe. Before I could lose my mind and voice, we decided to cut our losses and leave, long before the food arrived. Another seemingly good idea gone very wrong. Happy Ending! We had a lovely brunch at The Castaways in Burbank. I highly recommend their vibe.
Pros: nothing
Cons: everything
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