Beautiful, but . . .

Brunch at The Coffee Shop. Trendy, popular; located in Union Square. Nice Saturday morning outing. Coffee Shop is known for its attractive wait staff. There's eye candy for everyone – myself, my brunch companion. Hell – even the busboys are rocking diesel jeans and a toxic amount of hair product. But . . . but, but, but . . . it is not known for its service. My experience: long wait, small table, menus and silverware on requests and conversation about whether to ask for coffee again.

As for my story:

I went to ask standard, albeit unnecessary questions about items on the menu. I recall clearly asking "how's the French Toast served?" I'm thinking the guy would respond with the type of bread, how it's crusted, if it is crusted; I wanted to hear something about butter because I love butter; I wanted to be sold on the fucking French Toast --- you know, a patron's right to know some thought and love went into the 500 percent mark up. The waiter, Zoolander, kindly responded "it's served on a plate." He wasn't being sarcastic or mean or responding with any sort of mal-intent (not even to me and everyone knows I OVER ANALYZE everything), that was simply his sincere and very truthful, I might add, answer. I held my smirk, avoided eye contact with my friend and replied "I'll take the Denver Omelet."

Would I go again? Good food, great coffee (which is served in an individual pot), my future pre-wife fling… yep, I'll return!