Nick, Louisa and I enjoyed a lovely breakfast at The Breslin last Friday. The coffee was stupendous, the baked eggs with tomato and chorizo simply glorious, and the service, frankly, lacking. At a restaurant of The Breslin's quality, I shouldn't have to wait ten minutes for sugar for my coffee.
But, man, what good coffee it is. Love you, Stumptown.
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I too love the Breslin, but it was also the only place i have got food poisoning in nyc in the last three years... still love their lobby!
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