We are definitely fans of this little gem. We weren't quite certain what to expect from the name and the very humble and hidden entrance. What we found just the other side of the doors was a charmingly old-fashioned restaurant space complete with pink tablecloths, floral carpets, and lovingly hand-painted art on the walls. It was such a homey space that in all honesty, the dining room reminded me less of being in a restaurant and more of suppers at the homes of my aunts or grandmothers when I was little. The atmosphere of homeyness was continued by the lovely server who used endearments like "sweetie" and "hon" rather than the colder and more formal "ma'am" or "sir" that I've become used to in dining. 

I'm not sure how we managed it, but Raz had The Gonzo, I had French Onion Soup, and we split a half-order of Blackberry Crepes for dessert. It was a pretty awesome brunch, but the definite star of the meal was dessert. The blackberry compote was sweet and tart and bursting with flavor, while the sweetened cream cheese inside was just plain decadent. We would love to come back and try more of the menu, though that can be difficult for a dedicated night-owl like me since it's on the other side of town and closes by 2 pm.