If it's any consolation to Motorino...

Otis would have awarded two stars.

Brunch at Roberta's

Starting off the meal with a Hara-Kiri, Roberta's version of a bloody mary. Sake instead of vodka, and a pepperoncini garnish instead of a stalk of celery or olive skewer. The sake makes for a lighter, sweeter and smoother drink, but I much prefer the traditional version. I did like the extra large square ice cube that floated in canning jar.

Dan and I wound up splitting an order of Bane's fried chicken and a guanciale and egg pizza. I forgot to take a picture of the chicken before I started eating. When I remembered, my hands were already chickenified, plus I was holding a baby, so a photo was not going to happen. The chicken was incredibly moist and juicy, and came with a yummy buttermilk biscuit and a gently dressed, small bibb lettuce salad, but for $14, I want more than two small pieces of chicken. And some sort of potato, preferably mashed or au gratined, thank you very much. The pizza could have benefited from a tad more guanciale, but boy was it delicious. Just like you'd dip your toast into a sunny side up egg for breakfast, you could smush around a piece of the pizza crust in the yolk.

field trip to De Lorenzo's

On the way to Philadelphia for Thanksgiving 2.0, we made a detour and stopped in Trenton for some pizza, I mean tomato pies. DMR and I had been hearing about the greatness of De Lorenzo's for years now. Research led to me find two separate branches run by cousins and both called De Lorenzo's. We opted for the Hamilton restaurant mainly because the one on Hudson doesn't have a bathroom!

After a short wait, we were seated at a corner booth where DMR soaked in the decor: wood paneled walls, animatronic Santa and Mrs. Claus, servers in bow ties, a table of 5 dudes who had ordered so many pies that one had to be set on a chair. Good stuff.

Our large half sausage, half pepperoni, cut into 10 slices. To drink, two frosty birch beers served over ice in those red plastic cups. These pies are heavy on the tomato sauce and light on the cheese. The pepperoni pieces were normal sized circles, as opposed to the thicker sliced mini rounds that I generally prefer. The fennel studded sausage was distributed in good sized chunks. Total damage: $23 - $18 for the food and a $5 tip.

Close up of the crust, which was very, very crisp. It was also shiny and glazed from a brushing of oil to give it more of a crackling flatbread effect, which I enjoyed. We both agreed that this wasn't the best "pizza" we've ever had. I guess I'm a fan of less sauce. However, once you add in the ambiance and super nice service, the overall experience would easily rank very high on our lists.

Happy New Year, see you in 2009!

Joe & Pat's Pizzeria - Staten Island, NY

Field trip to Joe & Pat's on Victory Blvd in Staten Island. These guys are known for a super thin crust, which lived up to its advance billing. We shared two large pies: one pepperoni and one meatball. I liked the pizza fine but didn't love it. The sauce was a bit too rich and salty and the pies suffered from being oversauced, making for really sloppy slices. The meatball pieces worried me at first as they looked old and dry, but they turned out to be tender. I did prefer the pepperoni pie, though.

road trip to new haven

I took an impromptu road trip with Mooney and Yu to New Haven, CT, for some pizza. Dan chose to stay home to watch the Mets march towards another late season failure. After careful consideration, we decided on Frank Pepe. Based on closing hours, Sally's was our fallback and then Modern. I've been meaning to get up to New Haven for years now, not just for pizza but because Dr. Abby's been living here for a while and I still have never visited.

Yu can't contain her excitement for a clam pie.

Small clam pie. I love the roughness of the pie's shape and non-scientific slicing method.

Large spinach and sausage. I never think to order spinach as a topping, but this worked out so deliciously! The crusts were super thin but held up well to the toppings.

It's me and Dr. Abby! We are both drinking beers, but I am drinking clear birch beer.

The aftermath.

The famous ovens and super long pizza peels.

We were all stuffed but felt it was our duty to head a few blocks over to Louis Lunch, home of America's first hamburger. The meat is cooked in these ancient vertical ovens and served on toasted white bread with a schmear of cheese spread. Tomato and onion are options, but ketchup is not! I got a gassosa to drink and could not finish my half of the burger I split with Abby. Mooney made good work of his. I think Yu had a bite. Next time, I will have to sample a burger on a slightly less full tummy.

Cuckoo for Coco500?

Pictures from Coco500 in San Francisco, where Top Chef Season 4 contestant Jen Biesty is the chef. We were unable to catch a peek or her and her faux-hawk.

Moogle's purslane salad with radishes, boquerones and fried capers. I wasn't so much into the purslane as it had a bit of gumminess a la okra and fiddleheads. She's a vegetarian so she asked for the anchovies on the side. The table carnivores did not let those go to waste. Let's talk about fried capers for a moment - holy cow, what an unexpected bite of warm, salty, deliciousness.

The cheeseplate. I would tell you specifically what kind of cheese, but the server never told us, nor did she really give us a chance to ask, which I found annoying. We also had to ask for bread. I really like my cheese with bread or some other sort of carby vessel. Don't we all?

More cheese plate. I thought the blue could be a Point Reyes but I think the veining is a little different. There was also a wedge of manchego and some sort of aged chèvre with some ash which I am almost certain was a Cypress Grove Bermuda Triangle.

I'm not sure how I felt about the ahi ceviche, which was marinated with coconut, scallion and lime. I think I needed the temperature of the fish to be colder and the flakes of coconut smaller or maybe completely out of the recipe.

My chimichurri pork special! Halfway through it, I realized I was eating radicchio and not chorizo, which is what I misheard the waitress say. The pork was cooked wonderfully and worked nicely with the bitterness of the radicchio.

Moogle's asparagus pizza, featuring spring garlic, goat cheese, lemon zest, pink peppercorns. I had a bite and it was very springy and yummy.

Rob's whole fish of the day: a branzino with herb salad, capers, anchovies, lemon. I was too busy porking out to try a bite, but it looked really good.

To drink I had a couple of these Presbyterian cocktails: bourbon, ginger beer, lemon and seltzer. I need to recreate these this summer, they went down nice and easy, let me tell you. Anyone have a bourbon suggestion?

pre-bocce pie at lucali's

Finally ate at Lucali recently before heading to a bocce doubleheader. Ok, it was over a month ago but I forgot to post the photos. Dan and I shared a large pie with pepperoni and garlic, probably my favorite toppings combo. The pie was delivered piping hot with a crisp but tender crust (with a char on some pieces bordering on burnt) and blanketed with a generous sprinkling of grana padano. It was a lovely site and with a deliciousness to match. I should have stopped at the third slice, but the idea of an uneaten slice upset me so I powered through the fourth. At the time I felt great, but this would not be the case later in the evening.

Chez Molly's

My coworker Molly made me a pizza last week! She had a bunch of dough and ingredients leftover from an Oscar party and offered to make me a pie to pick up on the way home from bocce, which we play not too far from her place. We lost to the Sweet Meats again, by the way.

The pie was just out of the oven when DMR and I arrived at her place. Our dejection (well, mine at least) dissipated once I got a look at this glorious, carby bugger. It was still warm by the time we got home.

Here's the bird's eye view aerial shot. The toppings were kalamata olives, sauteed red onions, rounds of zucchini and fresh mozzarella atop the homemade pizza sauce. No mushrooms, however, as she remembered DMR's unreasonable aversion to that vegetable.


A closer, blurry look at the thin crust, which had a dusting of semolina that provided a satisfying nuttiness and crunch.


I really need to get a pizza stone.

A perfect Brooklyn day

The day started off at Totonno's in Coney Island. It was my second time there this summer, and in fact, ever! Oda and DMR had both been before, but Nellie and Jimbo popped their Totonno's cherry. It was also Little Henry's first visit, but he's still trying to master pureed foods so no pizza for him! Our group had to wait about 10 minutes outside as we arrived before doors even opened but that meant we got the first pie of the day! They were not quite as delicious as I recalled my first taste of Totonno's, but pretty close.

Then it was off to catch the Cyclones take on the Staten Island Yankees. But first, I took a quick side trip to Nathan's to grab a hot dog. Well, I thought it would be quick when I took my place on line and saw there were only 4 or 5 patrons in front of me. In a cruel twist of fate, the cashier turned out to be a moron. She was incredibly slow and then she disappeared for 10 minutes! She just walked way from her register and couldn't be found. We tried to flag down managers and assistant managers to find her, but nobody could (or care less, actually). Finally, she reappeared and she did a crappy job of putting together my very basic dog with sauerkraut and onions. I lost 30 minutes of my life to get hot dog in a wet bun. Sigh.

At the Cyclones game, I had tons of water and a lemonade to keep myself hydrated. By sheer coincidence, members of the Sweet Meats, our bocce rivals (well, can you call it a rivalry when you have never beat a team?) were seated next to us.

Then it was off to Avenue U in Bensonhurst to stuff our faces at and with Russian Style Ravioli! We had to split up into two tables as our crew had grown in number since Totonno's and the restaurant denied us the VIP section up front. DMR and I shared a table with Anne and Alex and we began with a pitcher of kompot, a non-carbonated, non-alchoholic drink made with cherries. Tasty, but it was not very cold and a few ice cubes in our glass would have really upped the ante.


Anne and Alex went with a couple variations on pelmeni (Siberian and chicken) and an order of fried cabbage vareniki. Dan and I ordered potato vareniki, Siberian pelmeni and a beef stroganoff (with a choice of kasha or potatoes, we picked the latter).

The vareniki and pelmeni portions at Russian Style Ravioli are huge and super cheap - less than $5 for an order. Did you know that there is a pelmeni eating record? Dale Boone ate 274 of them in just six minutes. He deserves a round of applause.

Potato vereniki served with intensely caramelized onion bits. They need to add the onions as a side dish.


Siberian pelmeni, simply prepared and served. What can I say, I love any sort of dumpling. Dump 'em into a bowl, give me a fork or spoon and get outta my way.


The stroganoff was served in a bread bowl! It was like the most delicious, rich, creamy chowder ever, with a bounty of tender beef strips and vegetables. Anne abstained, but Alex, Dan and I all put in solid efforts.

Adrienne's Pizza Bar

The dilemma: Where to eat before catching Camera Obscura at South Street Seaport?

The Wall Street area is totally weird. I don't really know any of the streets and always get turned around. Despite all the great bands that have played here, the last time I caught show at the Seaport was back in 1993 or 1994 when saw Meat Puppets and the Grays.

A little Googling leads us to Adrienne's Pizza Bar on Stone Street, which is this beautiful cobblestone street with gorgeous low buildings. Before I turned the corner onto Stone, I could hear a buzzing. The stretch of street was overtaken by some gigantic finance frat party. DMR and I unanimously decided to eat inside. Many of the reviews I had read complained about how slow the service was so we gave ourselves a big cushion. None of the salads sounded too exciting but we opted for the Cinque Fegile, mixed greens with blue cheese and a balsamic vinaigrette. The salad was served in minutes! And then, not too long after, our square old-fashioned with pepperoni arrived!



The pizza disappointed. I liked pillowy foccacia-like crust, but the pepperoni was overwhelmingly salty and I had a difficult time getting my water glass refilled. As we made our way towards the middle of the pie, each piece got wetter and soggier. The middle of the pie turned into a such gloppy mess that when you picked up a square, the cheese would slide off.

For dessert, we shared a perfectly respectable tiramisu. DMR also ordered a coffee, but as our plate was set in front of us we learned a whole new pot needed to be brewed. It was an interminable wait.

A Totonno's Virgin No More

Somehow I had gone through my entire life without eating Totonno's of Coney Island (also without ever seeing the movie Manhattan much to the horror and shock of DMR). I realize this is a crime, but I am pleased to announce that I finally did it! Ok, I've actually had Totonno's - but not from the famed ovens of Neptune Avenue, so I don't think that counts at all.

We were headed to Coney for the Siren Festival last Saturday. Before we went to check out the Black Lips and Detroit Cobras, we hit up Totonno's for a couple of pies.


We went with two large pies - one pepperoni and one sausage.


My first slice!

While I prefer the mini pepperonis found on pies at Lombardi's and Grimaldi's, I don't think I've had a pie with sauce as delicious as Totonno's. There was a little random dollop of sauce that had fallen ontothe pizza tray and I'm not afraid to say that I sopped it up with a piece crust.

wake up maggie (and franny) i think i got something to say to you

I've figured out why it took nearly three years to try Franny's for the second time. As my (sometimes...seriously, where are you?) co-blogger the CLC would say, "I'm just not into them." I remember feeling pretty disappointed the first time we tried Franny's, which I think was around the time they first opened. Years pass and the near-universal acclaim piles up yet, I have never felt much of a need to go back. Well I finally did over the weekend and I think it's safe to say that Franny's is simply not my type.

DMR, the CLC, Balgavy and I headed to Franny's after downing mint juleps and derby pie at Commonwealth in Southgreenslopeset. I won zilch, thanks a lot Paul Lo Duca. Having not had any time to read up on the horses, I went with Captain Red Ass' Trifecta Picks. Sure, he wound up picking the winner but at 4-1 odds it was nothing like his bingo call of Giacomo a couple years back. DMR and I actually started the afternoon with a couple of tacos from Tacos Nuevos Mexico (aka Jack's). I got a spicy chicken and queso taco and they were easily the best I've had from there. The green sauce on the queso was SPICY!

Anyway, back to Franny's. We get seated after a 30 minute or so wait and delve into the menu, which looks great. The restaurant's environmentally conscious philosophy is admirable but it confused me that it appears they print new menus out every night. I guess when the market dictates your menu you need to do this? Surely they can find an alternative, maybe even a few whiteboards as they use at Superfine in Dumbo?

We began with a couple of starters: the trio of house-cured meats and house-pickled vegetables. The waitress informed us that bread was not served with the meats and wondered if our order would that be enough food for us. I'm not quite sure why they don't serve bread since there are crostini variations on the menu. There's also uh, you know, a nice, hot oven in the kitchen where a thin round of pizza dough could be fired up and cut into wedges to accompany the meats. Our waitress was also not nearly as good as she thought she was. She forgot to bring Dan's beer and went out of her way to tell us that she wouldn't be pressuring us to order more food and drink. Thanks, we appreciate it.

I'll start the least appetizing of the house meats. The proscuitto (although the website lists pancetta, so now I'm confused. I thought the menu that day was offering proscuitto, but I may be mistaken) looked and tasted like uncooked bacon strips. It was fatty and chewy and not overly appetizing. The soppressata and coppa, on the other hand were delicious but our waitress was right, there wasn't enough of it. I think we paid about a dollar per small slice of meat. The vegetables used for the house made pickles were an interesting mix, ranging from kohlrabi to baby fennel. They each had different brines, some were sweet and tangy and some packed a bit of heat.

Our table decided to split three pizzas among the four of us. We went with two tomato, buffalo mozzarella and house-made sausage pies and one with clams, chilies and parsley. The pizzas failed to live up to the hype. Where was this magical light and thin crust? We got bready, puffy crusts that reminded us of Bobolis. Granted, it was fine, but not what was expected and certainly not amazing. I was pleased with the number of little briny bellies that dotted our clam pie, but there was something missing. Some garlic would have been nice. The chilies that were promised were barely there and the parsley dominated each bite. The sausage pie was too much outer crust, with the tomato sauce populating too small an area. I remember not loving the sausage last time because it tasted too gamey to me. Had the same thought this time around too.

Despite the promise of "Brooklyn's best panna cotta," we chose to skip dessert. I don't know if that's a line our waitress was told to say or if she truly believed it, but we wouldn't bite. I had no reason to trust her. The bottom line: the pizzas are good, but not that good to make us want to shell out $16 for a pie. The bathroom is very nice, however.

The following day DMR and I went to Maggie Brown's for brunch. We had nice experience dining on the outdoor patio the week prior, even if the service was spotty. I think our waiter disappeared halfway through our meal never to be seen or heard from again. I again went with the Beryl Evans - corned beef hash with a biscuit on the side, along with delicious raspberry butter. We should have branched out because it was just not Maggie's day. My hash came sitting in a pool of oil so it was barely eaten. DMR ordered the Maggie Brown, which is a scramble of cheddar, horseradish and chives. The kitchen forgot the cheddar. He also ordered a side of yogurt with fruit and honey, only first we realized the honey was missing and then we realized the yogurt was missing! Our server, despite seeming super harried, was super apologetic and even took 15% off the bill, which was definitely unexpected.

I could probably write more, but it's taken me like 5 day to write this so I'll just wrap things up now. Plus, I want to post about dinner the other night at Craftsteak in the next day or so.

Getting Grimaldi'd / Scared Stupid in the Slope

I should be over at Mary's right now carving a pumpkin, but I had a cat encounter last night that really did me in and figured being around a cat today would be bad news. So instead, I'm just hanging out at PSGHQ tending to a big red sauce and watching the Giants / Tampa Bay game.

Beth, I hope I'm not blog-blocking you by discussing the Grimaldi's dinner you mentioned in the previous post. By the way audience, how nice it to see our own China-Latina Chowhound back in action? Anyway, to celebrate our victory over the Coffee Flats Yankees, a few members of Team Rod headed over to Grimaldi's. To sum things up, we got Grimaldi'd and we got Girmaldi'd good. The first sign of trouble was when we were the next group to be seated and we got kicked out of the vestibule and had to wait in the blustery outside. The previous two groups were allowed to wait in the vestibule. Then the five of us got seated at a table that was barely larger than a two-top. It was more suitable for three diners, but whatever. Usually at Grimaldi's you're barely settled into your seat when the waiter comes around to get your order. We waited. And waited. And waited. I tried to get the attention of the waiter who was taking the order of the table next to us but he either didn't hear me or just ignored me. When it was finally time to order, I asked for "a large pepperoni and garlic" and "a large with sausage (pause) and then mushrooms on half." My words are currently being disputed by my husband who claims my choice of words had the potential for confusion. I stand by my account. I knew that ordering toppings on just a half is confusing so I made sure to be clear. Perhaps I should have said "sausage on the whole thing, mushrooms on half"? Maybe, but I still think "a large with sausage (pause) and then mushrooms on half" is pretty clear. So of course the pies come (it was close to 45 minutes after sitting down that we got our food) and it's mushrooms on half, but also sausage on just half! Our pepperoni pie was not exactly the warmest, nor did they remember to put much pepperoni on it. There were a couple slices where just one pepperoni had been dispersed. The rest of the slices had between 3-4. What a disappointment.


(what comes up when you google "bad pizza")

Now listen, I don't go to Grimaldi's for any other service than "what would you like to drink and do you know what you want?" But you can count on quick service, generous servings of toppings and a really great pie. We got none of these (ok, maybe "bad pizza" is unfair and inaccurate, but it was certainly not great) and it was a shame, because it was Sweet Little Rock N' Roller's first time! First times are supposed to be a magical, beautiful moment you write in your diary about. This wasn't one of those first times.

The moment when I knew things were really wrong, was when the pies were down to a single slice. I had consumed one small sausage slice and two bigger than average pepperoni slices, which may be a lot for most people, but under my Grimaldi's average. I didn't even want a portion of that final slice, which was cut in half to be shared.

Hmph.

A few hours later, Dan, Beth and I all were suffering from indigestion. Of course that didn't stop any of us for snacking like crazy at Skippy and Cortney's Halloween party later in the evening. Dan was enamored with Cortney's famous salsa, Beth the pigs in the blanket and me, the deviled eggs and queso. By the way, can you believe that someone ate the blanket portion of a pig in the blanket, but left the pig? Are you serious? Who does that? Luckily, Beth saved the naked pig from indignity.

Mad props to S & C for creating an amazing haunted house in their basement. It was really creepy and scary and will give me nightmares for the next couple weeks. I can't even get into the details because just thinking about it is making me look over my shoulder. I imagine their basement is pretty creepy to begin with without all the spooky accessories and in the daytime. There was some really skin-tingly frights.


(we memorized this waiting to have our order taken)

Last Night's Dinner: Grimaldi's

Before I continue with my seemingly never-ending Asia reports, I just wanted to say that last night's dinner post-bocce tournament with my teammates and friends at Grimaldi's was a great way to end the very long day. I was the pig of the table, consuming a half slice more than Slice and Balgavy. Even after 4.5 slices I could have eaten more and we were debating ordering another pie. My more reasonable half enticed the crowd into ganging up on me and reminding me of my less than iron stomach helped me realize I probably had enough. I had 2 slices with pepperoni and garlic, one with sausage, one with just pepperoni and half a cheeseless slice with pepperoni, mushrooms and sausage. All washed down with a rootbeer, which is my beverage of choice at Grimaldi's, only I wish they stocked Boylan's instead of Olde Brooklyn, which doesn't have the depth of Boylan's and always tastes a little too syrupy and flat to me. At the table I said that Grimaldi's was one of my five favorite things to eat of all time. I have to come up with a list of the other four.

Park Slope Gastronome #9 - The Return of the Pig

Don't worry, I have been stuffing my face like I always do, just not writing about it. Anyway, last night's dinner experience has motivated me to write about 3 places I have recently dined at. Let's start with the most recent.

DeMarco's Pizzeria
So last night, the Listmaker (my huband, for any of you bibimbop newbies) had dinner at DeMarco's Pizzeria. DeMarco's is sort of an offshoot of the legendary DiFara's. I think some of DiFara's children or in-laws are the proprieters of DeMarcos but other than that, the two restaurants are not related. I'm sure Slice can give you the skinny.

There are actually two parts to DeMarco's - one is smaller and used for take-away orders, while the building on the corner is a sit-down restaurant. We chose the sit-down option and although the pasta offerings were tempting, we of course had to opt for a pie. The first sign of trouble was the price - DeMarco's charges $18.50 for a round pie of 8 slices. The second sign of trouble was when we got our pepperoni pie. While we approved of the type of pepperoni (smaller, thicker coins that curl up into little cups - favored by the best coal-oven joints), we were disappointed to see no more than 20 or so slices on the entire pie. That comes out to less than 3 pieces per slice. There was even a slice that was pepperoni-less. Unacceptable! The restaurant was not busy - we were the first diners to sit at a proper table, so it's not like the kitchen was busy throwing one pie after another. When we entered the restaurant, there were a couple diners eating at the bar and for a second I thought they were employees having their staff dinner. It prompted me to ask, "Uh, are you guys open?" and have my question go unanswered.

Both Listmaker and I were less than impressed with our $21.50 pie (most toppings are $3). While the sauce was tangy and the grated hard cheese sprinkled atop a nice touch, we both found the crust to be way too hard. When I first picked up a slice, I was struck by how firm it was. It amazingly didn't bend or sag. After the first slice, eating the crust became a chore and hurt my jaw. There was no chewiness to it. The final nail through the coffin was when we got the bill. The bottle of Peroni consumed by Listmaker cost $7! We could only laugh it off and promise to never come back to DeMarco's ever again.

We wonder how long this establishment will last with its mediocre food served at outlandish prices and poor layout of tables. As Listmaker remarked, a restaurant shouldn't feel cramped when you're the only customers.

I was amused by the party of three sitting at the table next to us (2 Japanese women, and a British man) erroneously talking about how this place was written up in the Mug Newsletter with pictures of the tops and bottom of the slices.

Food: C
Service: I'm going to stop grading service. If it sucks, I'll just write about how awful it is.

Kenka
Let's just say I only spent $20 and got stuffed on the following:
- glass of shochu
- pint of Asahi
- bowl of beef curry and rice
- plate of Japanese pickled vegetables
- half an okonomiyaki (shared with margie j.)
- third of an ear of sweet and salty corn cob
- miso covered grilled rice ball
For dessert, they present you with a little plastic cup of granulated sugar. By the entrance there is a cotton candy machine. Self-serve fairy floss! Brilliant! That day's flavor was grape.
Food: A- (didn't love the pickled vegetables. it was not the variety of oshinko i was expecting)

Stone Park Cafe
This is the foofy resaturant that recently opened up at the end of our block. Listmaker and I have hemmed and hawed about eating dinner there a bunch of times, but it wasn't until they started servicing brunch that we became fully motivated. While Stone Park's dinner menu is a bit on the pricey side, the brunch is rather reasonable. We've beben there 3 times in the last 3 weeks - twice during one weekend, even! Each visit has been very satisfying, which is a positive sign, since despite all the restaurants in the area, a good brunch remains elusive. It was the first visit that really knocked our socks off. FIrst off, we liked the music - while we were there we heard Elliott Smith and Low. Second, it was not baby carriage central. As you all know, I love love love the children, but sometimes when you dine in Park Slope, you just get so overwhelmed by the fleet of Bugaboos and scent of baby powder. Third, the wait staff was pleasant. We both opted for omelets and we each got to choose up to 4 fillings! Listmaker chose garlic, jack cheese, sausage and one more filling which I can not remember. I chose garlic, house-smoked bacon, mushrooms and bleu cheese. Choosing garlic was a bold move, but one that proved to be out of this world. I'm equally in love with the bacon at Stone Park Cafe. It's thick and has a full smokey flavor. The omelet was really perfectly done, with all the fillings portioned out equally throughout. Nothing worse than starting on one end of an omelet and realizing halfway through, you've eaten all the mushrooms and only have tomatoes left or something like that. The eggs were served with chewy sourdough toast and delicious roast potatoes with sauteed onions. Coffee was included in the $11 price. The one minus I would say is that I really wanted a bloody mary but did not want o pay $9 for one. That's just ridiculous. Anyway, having Stone Park Cafe just a few steps from our front door is a very welcome addition. Now we can be even lazier on the weekends!
Food: A (for the first visit)