Looking to shake up the routine and try something new, we headed to Lime Sunday morning.
The place was nearly empty when we walked in, but we were left standing awkwardly in the doorway for a good 5 minutes while the half-dozen or so staff occasionally glanced our way then went back to doing something else.
My first glass of water contained a fruit fly and it took another 5 minutes to get someone's attention to replace it. They were quite attentive about refilling my girlfriend's mimosa, but I never did get a water refill. The coffee was weak, and tepid despite being served in a thermal carafe.
The fruit plate, which was described as having grilled mango and pineapple, had mango but no pineapple and nothing had ever seen a grill. Otherwise it was fine, the fruit was fresh and the yogurt dipping sauce was tasty.
My scrambled eggs were almost leathery they were so overcooked. My girlfriend's dutch baby lacked any flavor whatsoever. I didn't get much of a report from our non-chowish dining companion on her eggs benedict, but when the busboy removed her plate, he reached across me then dripped egg yolk and hollandaise from her fork all the way across the table and into my previously mentioned empty water glass then left without comment.