The Mill ***3/5 stars

Central Avenue is weird. There are a lot of cheesy car dealerships and furniture stores filled with gloss black laquered bedroom sets with marbled mirrored headboards. And there are places where you can buy outdated electronics out of some back alley garage door. It's a bit frozen in time... it's a bit rough... But things are evolving in certain areas, The Mill being one of those modern, yet quaint refreshments.

While the floorspace is minimal, the building is tall and lofty.

Inside, you'll find a tight, cozy space with tables and booths and oh my dear god, A FULL BAR. My neighborhood in South MPLS has about 3 liquor licenses and they've all been taken. Sometimes you just need a good, strong drink at 11am, ya know?! The hard working men and women of Central Avenue know what's up. And they do dinner here, too, so that's promising.

This place was hoppin'. But we only had to wait a few minutes for a booth. They have little blueberry muffins at the host station to tide you over...

The menu is quite diverse. They do brunch EVERY DAY from 10 to 3pm. Hashes and quiches and bennies and the lunch brunch stuff - burgers and whatnot.

So we essentially got club style bottle service for brunch. A bottle of bubbles with several mixing options...orange, grapefruit and mango with some creme de casis (totally gross and unnecessary.) And Molly got a latte. Get crazy, girl!

So let's look at the food, shall we? These are the glorious cinnamon wild rice pancakes that I was jealously eyeing the whole brunch. Yeah, I decided to go gluten-free. It's been amazing, but I miss cakes!!!

And this is the benny with a side salad. Note: you can get your benny with lobster... for $16.

Another benny with potatoes... Kelly was not happy that they were drenched in goat cheese.

And here's the Ecuadorian Baked Eggs. God I love beans for breakfast. This was fantastic.

The Mill is worth a trip to Central Ave. You could kill two birds and get a used VCR and a faux gold plated coffee table...

Me and Kel.

This girl on the right survived brain surgery, twice. You're tough, Roach!

Cheers from bad eggs. See ya next time...