Guess what? Somebody bought the ol' Town Talk Diner and turned it french by putting le hat on the sign. Clever. Whenever I think of the french I think of red lipstick and cigarettes. So that's fun.
If your champagne bubbled brains have memories of ol' TTD, they are probably fond. Therefore, the second you walk in the door, you feel a warm embrace, not like from your mom, more like from your crazy drunk aunt. Still sporting the classic diner counter in front and some new neon in the dining area, L'TTD did good. Me 'n my ladies settled in for a good bitch sesh and some bottomless mimosas.
The menu is petite. Crepes, a benny, a burger, some classic eggs and 'nola (known to layfolk as granola.)
So here's the thing about crepes. I've never met a savory one that did it for me. They always taste kinda dried out and rubbery...kinda like chewing on a paper towel. Gross. Maybe I just haven't been to France. Nope. Have not.
The sweet, on the other hand, makes mama happy. The pear nutella crepe here is pretty outstanding. I'm still trying to figure out if that nutty turd garnish was intentional. The fruit bowl was kinda like wtf is happening over here. Kindergarten snack time? I'm confused, but my mouth is happy.
The benny is served on a brioche type bun. That hollandaise looks like pure butter. Jennifer was diggin' it.
Steak and eggs was hella good and the potatoes beat the crap out of most I've had lately.
So there you have it. Decent brunch in a cozy, familiar location with bottomless mimosas. Bring all your besties and be good to yourselves. New year, no fear.
Peace.
