We went here one grey rainy afternoon recently and it was really wonderful. I think it's my new favourite breakfast in the city. It felt so cosy and elegant and beautiful inside. Jazz was the main background music instead of the ubiquitous rock & roll or pop shit at most eateries. This is what it felt like inside, and here is a photograph of food on the counter waiting to be taken to people.
There were tasty-looking pastries everywhere. We bought two baguettes to take home and they were perfect. I ate mine in a french onion soup.
Most of us got the french toast, which was like no other french toast ever. It tasted like french toast with a cinnamon bun fused into it. It was also very dense, making it more like a “wet cake” (like bread pudding) than french toast. One unnamed guest even claimed to taste chocolate swirls, though the veracity of this statement was doubted by others.
One of us got a quiche, and it was also really good. Here is a photograph dominated by salad, but you can also spy the quiche and included baguette with (weirdly amazing) butter. I want to get this next time.
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