Only classic OJ's on offer, but large glasses are always an excellent way to keep the buzz going.
The menu charitably has a few non-pig and even non-meat options to supplement the excellent namesake items, but serving fried pork and waffles on a sloped wooden board leaves the eater fighting with their food every time they add syrup. Dipping just isn't the same.
Our waitress was very accommodating with both our requests for group photos and menu modifications (provide us an omelette option at your own risk), and our glasses were rarely empty despite our usual number of refills.
The diner vibe in the dining area is quite pleasant (although we don't quite get the blown-up dollar bills on the walls?), but we'd be remiss if we didn't mention the bathroom: It's covered in pictures of pigs, and we don't mean cute cartoon ones, but an actual collage of pink, black-haired little pigs and their snouts and creepy tails. It's haunting.
A single mimosa option's all that's on offer, but with saffron and some other mystery ingredients it doesn't get tiresome, and just as importantly, it's included with a brunch entree for the low, low price of $32.
Four flavors are on offer, and even delivered in a pre-set, tasting menu order, but they start syrupy and somehow get worse.
We're like the postmen. We brunch in rain, sleet, or snow
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