The buckwheat pancakes stretched to get to average. The eggs Benedict florentine was made with a circular sliced of pressed-parts ham! Really, I was shocked.
On the plus side the coffee was good.
I think this place is a shadow of its former self -- the only other people in the restaurant on this Tuesday morning were old locals who seemed to be here more out of habit than anything else.
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