My boyfriend and I went and had breakfast at The Dutch Mill for the first time. We had high hopes considering it looked family owned and we love brunch style menus. We were greeted by a not so friendly server who commenced to tell us to sit anywhere. After trying to navigate the overly complicated menu, our server came and took our order. I ordered the french toast and a side of crispy bacon and my boyfriend ordered eggs, toast, home fries, medium bacon and pancakes. The wait wasn't long when our meal started to arrive in portions. The crispy bacon that I had ordered was so black and overcooked that it turned to dust when touched. After taking a few bites of my thin and wonder bread like french toast, I noticed a brown, curly hair swimming in the maple syrup. Across the table, my boyfriend was experiencing his own breakfast disaster. His toast was more like soggy bread. His scrambled eggs were overcooked, brown, and dry. The home fries were more like plain, under-seasoned fried potatoes. We tried to get the manager's attention when he was dropping the pancakes off, but he ran away so fast and ignored us as we tried to bring his attention to the hair. We proceed to stare at this hairy french toast for another twenty minutes before the server comes over and asks us if we need anymore coffee. We politely refuse and point out the hair. She says something about a brush, doesn't apologize, and runs back to the kitchen with the hairy plate. We both work in the restaurant business and know what is to be expected. We also know that these things happen all the time and we are usually pretty tolerant when it comes to complaining. But this was just wrong in every way imaginable. The server never once communicated with us about the food. Not even a "How is everything?". We never even got a chance to tell her about anything other than the french toast and even then she couldn't apologize or offer any remorse. She comped the french toast and coffee off of our bill and at this point we are just ready to leave. We waited again, card in book at the end of table, for another ten minutes as she ignored us walking by several times. Finally, we just walk up to the front counter to pay for it ourselves. As we are standing there paying for the disappointing meal, a man in the kitchen begins hollering "Hey guys!" waving a butter brush saying: "This is what was in your food guys, not a hair." Again, we both work in the business and know the difference between hair and a plastic butter brush bristle. We shake our heads, pay for the meal, and leave unhappy and disappointed patrons.

Hopefully this will offer some insight on your next brunch location.