I will check this out for myself…. thanks for the tip!

The food looked nothing like the photos you posted!

And I am pretty sure our waitress was on drugs. Apart from the awkward mumblings and twitchings and strange refusal to make eye contact, she didn’t understand the difference between home fries and regular french fries, neither relayed in English nor French.

Half the things we tried to order on the menu weren’t available.. no waffles, none of the fruit juices. I ordered the French toast and a cup of coffee and orange juice.

The French toast came with a big black curly hair on the plate, which was the only other thing on it… no baked beans or any sides. Just an empty plate with three sad looking pieces of toast. I’m surprised to see the decorative tomato and lettuce in your photo. I would have never expected even the barest of accoutrements after our visit the other morning.

The o.j. was typical minutemaid and the coffee tasted like hot water. Even the plain old water was bad! In fact, it was the worst I’ve ever had in this city.. it tasted like chalk. Something was definitely wrong.

The place was dirty, the service was horrible and they played offensively bad “classic rock radio” at way too loud volumes. In the twenty minutes or so that we were there, had to endure not one, not two, but three renditions of ‘These Eyes’ while eating our soggy French toast and coffee flavored water.

By far the worst breakfast experience I’ve had in this city so far… and I hold this critique up to “greasy spoon” standards, not fine dining context. I don’t know if your elite blogging status got some pull with the Claudette staffers, but this was without a doubt the most disgusting breakfast I’ve swallowed in a long time!