Oh, you Grand Cafe, you. You are quite possibly the cutest freaking neighborhood joint in S. Minne. Maybe in the whole Minne. You've been a staple estab. for as long as I can remember and it's a damn shame it's taken me this long to review. But we're here now. Let's chat, shall we?
Once you scan anxiously over the sidewalk patio and realize it's slammed full, enter the gilded door of the charming Grand Cafe. The Grand is just simple, understated, authentic goodness through and through. Tin ceilings, a bit of decay and a sort of barren-yet-warm aesthetic welcomes your low-brow/high-brow fringe.
We came today because my ladies needed sustenance before some aggressive pool lounging. We were able to grab a table right away and dive into some mimosas and bellinis. (No booze, yo. Whaddya do?)
The menu is pretty classic: omelet, basic eggs, b & g, huevos, benny, pizza, french toast, pancakes. The end. Oh, and granola, but who the f eats that for weekend brunch? Oh, and salad...and hell yes we be gettin' salad for brunch.
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| A beautiful house salad with an amazing vinagrette. |
And here's half a benny. I wish I would have gotten the whole. Portions are not huge here. And not super cheap.
The B & G. It's a chunky, smoky, red-eye gravy. If you like that, then you like this.
And the most coveted dish here: the crock. The crack. Or as the Grand calls it: Eggs en Cocoette. Poached eggs, puff pastry, ham, Gruyere, and muther effin' truffle cream. Dreams do come true.
If you've never tried the Grand, shame on you. It's worth the overpriced everything, if only to bury your face in a crock full of love. Do it for your country.
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| LL wants his hat back. |
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| The back patio garden. I can't even... |
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