November 28, 2001
When you walk in, you are at the bar, with a mirrored liquor-bottle lined wall. As we approached the bartender, I noticed that the place seemed rather empty for 6 PM on a Saturday night. We ordered our drinks - a Cape Cod, margarita, and 2 Crown-&-Cokes and the bartender quickly made them. However, to pay for our drinks, the manager had to come up to the front, because, as the bartender confided in us later, the manager doesn't trust anyone to use the register except himself(?). We found that strange, especially since it seemed like such a well-to-do established restaurant. However, we enjoyed our drinks and chatting with the bartender while watching people walk by on the street outside.
The next morning, we were once again drawn to this place for breakfast. We were seated immediately in a nice window booth (I think the smoking booths were in the back). From here, we got a better view of the restaurant. It was decorated very nicely and we could see into the kitchen from where we were seated. An large open grill and a real "chef"-looking guy cooking back there with his helpers. You could tell they thought cooking was a serious business. It took a while for our waitress to take our drink orders and bring menus and to eventually bring our food, but I think that may be blamed on the fact that our table was rather secluded and cut off from the other seating area.
The menus were huge, offering up any and every kind of food you could imagine in any style you wanted. It was the largest breakfast menu I have ever seen and the prices were really affordable! After much deliberation, we ordered.
When our food did arrive, what I had ordered was delicious. Out group of six had ordered all kinds breakfast foods: Belgian waffles, eggs, toast, bacon, omelets, pancakes, etc. I think some were a little dissapointed with the omelets, but I really thought my belgian waffle was really good.
Overall, I think the atmosphere was awesome at this little place, and I did enjoy my food - I would definitely go back if I was in the area again, if only to see what they cook up for dinner!
From journal 27 Hours in Philly