Went there for brunch today with my family, party of more than five. It was 11 am, peak of brunch service, and the place was less than half full. This is Portland, the Shangri-La of breakfast, mind you, where many places have a 30 minute wait. Perhaps time has left this place in the dust, there being so much quality competition these days and Bread stuck in, say, 1987.
Had the black bean cakes which was a big mistake, although no one else's order looked too appetizing either.
Although the food was so-so at best, it was the service that really did it in. Waiter was this young overly chummy and casual hipster. When walking he seemed to have no handicap nor health problem, yet when standing at our table he inexplicably needed to bend forward resting his hands on the back of my chair, as if needing support or to catch his breath. When he brought our food he stood at the end of the table and had us pass down our dishes! There were no obstacles to prevent his delivering each dish to each diner. He brought the check about ten minutes later. Several times he tried to remove plates while there was still food on them and it was clear they were still eating. He got his ill-deserved 18% for a party of our size, the menu having disclosed this.