The breakfast was surprisingly bad. Breakfast potatoes were served in a decorative cast iron skillet, but were soggy and undercooked. Tasted like something you’d get at a Dennys, only worse. The fruit was served in an unnecessarily ornate dish and was reminiscent of the fruit cups you’d have as a kid in your lunch box. The Eggs Benedict came on a soggy English muffin, with undercooked Canadian bacon and a broken hollandaise. The best part of the meal was the half a piece of toast I dipped in the egg yolk on my plate. The view of course is wonderful, and I’ve typically had a nice experience in their bar area and on the patio outside.
