When she brought them to the table, the hollandaise all glistening, the poached eggs all quivering, I knew I was in for a treat. But what I was not prepared for was a perfectly nappe'd sauce with wonderful balance and delicious smoked salmon... to say nothing of the most perfectly poached eggs I've ever had.
Adding to the mystery was that this place is on my way to work, reasonably priced, is quiet and has relaxing music.
Try Pigalle on 48th/8th. Ask for freshly made home fries... and go for the espresso.
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