Okay stop what you're doing and listen up folks.

I am not the brightest crayon in the crayon holder thingy, and I am not good at much on this earth, but if there is one thing that I would consider myself more decent at than I'd care to admit, it would be eating. So you can take my word when I say that as sure as Christ wore sandals, if I am considering getting breakfast from anywhere in the Region, it is coming from Sophia's.

My only gripe is I am plunged into an anxious puddle whenever I am asked to order because I realize I have explored an insignificant fraction of the oceanic-sized menu on offer. After wrestling with my own inadequacies, I generally opt for my usual (the Florentine Eggs Benedict - I swear on everything holy I would sell my firstborn son to be able to shadow the cooks and see how they prep this dish).

But oh, not feeling like savory breakfast? Wanting something a little more sweet, you glutton? Don't you worry. A single serving of any of their "comfort food" dishes will last you through a couple divorces, though I have yet to test this hypothesis. I got their banana foster waffle when I was feeling particularly adventurous and the balance between the sweet, fluffiness of the waffle with the... uhh... sweet syrupiness of the... uh, syrup (sorry I'm not good at this), makes for the perfect dish to split with someone if you're too much of a coward to finish it all yourself. Oh and the RUM and the CINNAMON and the WHIPPED CREAM. I don't know what else to say, dude. If you aren't sold on it, maybe a fulfilling life isn't for you.

Anyway, I never really review anything. But Sophia's has solid food, solid delivery, solid service, all in the middle of one of the deadliest pandemics in modern history. Absolute legends work at Sophia's. Keep up the good work.