It was no problem finding the place, but at 11am we expected much longer lines than what we found. However, because we were in SoCal at a somewhat new and trendy place, about 98% of the people waiting outside were incredibly good looking. No complaints.
Inside, it was a bustle of activity. We were seated at a two-top near another couple who had just been served their food. The first indication of the sheer scale of the offerings on the menu was the fact that the gentleman's flapjack was about 16" in diameter, and maybe an inch thick.
|Here, Di peruses the menu. (Here's an online version.)
After lengthy deliberation, she selected the fried chicken farm benedict, and I chose the Andy's sage fried chicken. Here's the description:
Andy's Sage Fried Chicken w/ maple reduction, 2 eggs, bacon mashed potatoes & biscuit.
Bacon mashed potatoes? How can you go wrong?
|Oh Holy God.
For proper scale, one must keep in mind that the plate was about 24" long. Here's a pic from the website that shows a server carrying a couple of these plates.
Fortunately, I was famished, my appetite for breakfast food is ... pretty accommodating. And the food was delicious. The maple reduction -- more sauce than syrup, in consistency -- was drizzled over everything the plate. Everything was great. The chicken was perfect.
Even so, I struggled with the quantity. I left the watermelon, most of the biscuit, half the potatoes, and a couple forkfuls of eggs.
|Di had the same problem, and so we combined our leftovers and ended up with a styrofoam box with a few pounds of food in it. GUH.
Afterward, we rolled over to Old Town and walked around for a couple hours in a vain attempt to walk some of our brunch off.
Rating: A++++ WOULD STUFF MYSELF AGAIN.