Good food meets poor service. Not what you want for brunch on your wedding anniversary.
Slow with the drinks. Way too much time between appetizer and entrees. No cream for the coffee. They stumbled on all the simple stuff that should be automatic.
Yes, the food was competent. Pernod perked up the French Bloody Mary. Plump steamed mussels floated in flavorful broth. And there was a nice green peppercorn sauce for my steak and eggs.
Yet the eggs Florentine seemed lonely, sitting on a large plate absent of any garnish. And the highly anticipated duck confit hash was forgettable.
In the end, there was a serious lack of magic here.
Just a bad day? Maybe. Returning to find out? Doubtful.