Not for Prada clad clan, this first-to-the-scene No. Lib short list topper is a favorite with locals. This ""Indy kid"" neighboorhood on the rise is all about tiny thrift stores, used vinyl, ""statement"" cars, devotion to mostlikelynottobeadpoted dogs, and other artsy, retro, offbeat, campy culture. Thankfully, the food is anything but off beat. My friend Nancy and I had brunch there one Saturday which sent us both into a food comma faster than you can say ""dude where's my car?"" The French Toast tastes more like a collision of an Ante Anns stand, a Cinnabon kiosk and A fresh raspberry cart. The egg & sugar soaked, thickly-sliced Challah is good enough to justify eight years of Hebrew School (oops, I forgot about the side of crispy bacon). Urban hipsters flock to this Mahogany restaurant/bar for nocturnal naughtiness, I say try it in the am for dishes that set new standards.
Pros: no nonsence, not resting on laurel, $5.00 cabride from cc
Cons: Cortney Love hoastess, air temperature prob., no good music
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