Sunday brunch shouldn't be difficult, in my opinion. Eggs, some sort of meat (or similar facsimile), potatoes, and bread. Simple ingredients, but oh, how foul it can go.
My friend and I entered the dive and was met with smoke of a different kind - grease. That should have been our clue to flee. But, I've been there before and it was decent so we stayed.
The menu needs a bit of a review, as they were not very good at describing what I ordered. I ordered the scrambler (or something like that, can't remember the name) with scrambled eggs, rosemary potatoes, brie cheese on croissant. I thought it was going to be scrambled eggs with a side of croissant and brie, but it came out as a sandwich. And NOWHERE on the menu did it mention anything about garlic (more about this later). My friend ordered the blueberry banana pancake.
The people who ordered after us got their food first. But to be fair, maybe my friend's pancakes were holding it up?...
I got my food, and the potatoes were black. I would be ashamed to serve people burnt food. I asked for better potatoes, which they replaced. The first bite of the sandwich was so overpowering with garlic, I nearly spat it out. I'm not a fan of garlic, and a little bit is fine, but this was loaded with it. I didn't know where it was as I couldn't see it. I bared with it as long as I could and stopped about 3/4 of the way through as I started feeling nauseous.
Turns out the brie is infused with garlic. I wish they had mentioned that in the menu or I would not have ordered it. Again, I stress that it was not a little bit, it was overpowering.
The final insult was having to pay $12 for that horrible experience. I came out and my clothes and my hair reeked of burnt oil. I felt gross inside and out. Never again will I set foot in that disgusting joint.