Hustling and bustling on a Saturday morning. We were lucky to get a parking spot out front, but the place was jampacked. Play a line at least 20 people deep, we looked around and scared we wouldn't get a seat because nobody seem to be moving. I had mine hold a barstool at one of the counters facing the fishbowl view of the restaurant. The cases were packed just like the parking spots. Lots of beautiful pastries, an amaze balls assortment, really! Plan to wait about 20 minutes or so before they take your order.
A large communal table sat in the center of the cafe. Most other seating was two or four tops. I found a few tables to rudely put their bags in an empty seat next to them. (mind you, there were people standing with their food in hand)
Trays filled with blueberry galettes, pecan and classic glazed cinnamon rolls, brownies, and cookies the size of Big Foots palm. Coffee cake, blueberry scones, many layer biscuits, and fresh fruit pastries. In the way of savory, the only offering I saw is the egg sandwich, with or without candied bacon. So, I got each of us an eggy Sammy with piggy, and for us to split a cream cheese glazed cinnamon roll. Two lattes. And they handed me a number 13 in a stand, and I paid about $32. I thought it odd that they ask for a servers tip in % when you have to grab your own beverage when it's ready and also buss your table and get your own water, and utensils, napkins. They have a runner bring your food... :/ If it was for kitchen staff, they should mark that on the iPad, happy to help out a fellow Chef/ baker.
The lattes were so creamy and not sweet, thank goodness. Copious amounts of silky cream cheese icing top the rolls, and not sickly sweet. Odd, that the cinnamon part was on the bottom of the roll, and cheese on the top. The middle itself was slightly more fluffy than I expected. We should have SHARED the egg sandwiches. Two was too much. The hotel pan made thick egg piece was very tasty, and seasoned well, a bit of creamy salty cheese, chewy candied bacon, arugula and the star of this show really is the bread. SLOW your roll. Evenly distributed airy crumb, crispy crunchy crust, and the chew was perfection. If my mouth had had a microphone, this was ASMR at its core. I had to eat mine with a fork, maybe my mouth is small, or maybe I talk too much. Buttery on the inside and a real breakfast party happening in my mouth. I don't think we ate again until dinner.
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