The place looks great and has the genuine feel of a French bistro. My cultural attaché and I went to brunch on a Sunday having heard nothing about it, because Libertine opens a half hour before most other places in Soho. We were the first customers. The waitress acted like we were bothering her and sniffed when we declined bottle water in favour of "just water". I would have left then but for the location. Two little glasses of water arrived. The menu is limited-normally a good sign. I ordered eggs Benedict and a side of bacon. Justine ordered French toast. Two coffees. The coffee was weak. Sigh. Her order came way before mine. When mine arrived it looked like a child's portion. Where did they get eggs that small? Trying to get more water meant interrupting the loud Tagalog conversation in the corner. The service was indifferent and the food was overpriced. Under the right management, this could be a great place. Let me know when that happens.
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