Union Smith Cafe

Union Smith Cafe, appropriately located on the corner of Smith St. and Union St.
*I gotta figure out a way to add photos. To think - my first blog! Livejournal doesn't count, and please, I was in college.

Sunday brunch, I had a hangover (thank you Brooklyn Social) and needed coffee and eggs. So I went to Union Smith Cafe. By myself.

Eggs Benedict - subbed out the homefries for french fries (something to always consider, very very few places have good homefries, whereas french fries are hard to fuck up)

It was just okay. A little bland actually. And they serve the eggs, and from what I could tell by looking at other people's plates everything else, with cantaloupe. That awful geriatric fruit. I tasted it and I was back in Clearwater, Florida with my great-grandparents, and I'm 7, and everything is teal and pink and smells like mothballs.

The coffee was served in an enormous mug - me likey. And it was scalding hot, which I have no problem with.

I sat at the bar, and the bartender was ok. I was hungover, he didn't seem to like his job, we had no desire for chitchat.

The bill was 13.86, plus 3 buck til brings the tab to 17. My rule is unless the service really sucks, 20% is the rule. And if it's a small bill, that extra dollar or so does wonders.

I'd go back and try something else. The french toast looked tasty.

Another meal enjoyed all alone.