Seeing the fresh and locally sourced menu, we knew we would be coming in at least once during our relaxation weekend at the hot springs nearby. We slipped in just after opening and were given choice of any open table in the house. We took the smallest since we were a party of two, next time through, I'm pushing for the bigger tables with full chairs, since I nearly upended my backless stool twice.

The seasonal brunch menu was every bit as exciting as we hoped, though it held near-zero selection if one isn't a fan of eggs. 

Since I'm only so-so about eggs, I went for a dish called the Flying Dutchman, which was basically corned beef and potatoes topped with julienned apple and a sunny-side-up egg. I found myself sighing with relief and gratitude for the obvious free-range quality of the egg since I was able to slice out the yolk and give it to Raz without any risk or fear of it accidentally rupturing and leaking all over the dish. If I actually liked yolky ooze, it would probably have been a very different and much more cohesive dish, but as it was, my egg white, corned beef, and quartered potatoes baked in duckfat were good quality individual tastes that each went well with the apple, but were otherwise unrelated.

Raz's omelette with its mushrooms, cheese, and baby spinach was much more cohesive. The omelette was fluffy, buttery goodness, and made me wish I'd ordered it, despite my relative distrust of all things egg. 

Both our meals came with a delightfully fresh and obviously made-from-scratch English muffin, which was the perfect final touch that made the breakfasts stick to our ribs all the way through a morning of adventure.