Everything is pretty, from the open kitchen gleaming with stainless steel to the Cold Pressed Coffee in a rustic glass jug with a delicate mini-pitcher of milk. The neutrally bold cold brew is a blustery wake-up call, but it's hard not to resent the six-dollar price tag.
The Whitefish Dip is much more reasonably-priced, and boy, does it deliver. A cool puree finishes almost creamy on perfect mini-bagels. The dip highlights the whitefish, bringing out just the tiniest hint of fresh-off-the-boat fishiness. The dip may channel an ocean surf, but it's the bagels that steal the show. They're soft yet crispy, toasty and seedy and absolutely perfect.
The Duck Egg Pie is every gooey, hearty pizza ingredient I can think of, plastered on the best crust I've had in years. Mozzarella is a stringy, cheesy delight, while Parmesan makes a staunch statement. Rosemary adds the fragrance, and pancetta makes everything that much better. It is irresistibly decadent once you break the egg.
I should have quit while I was ahead. Everything was a hit until the Warm Italian Donuts turned a sweet finish bitter. They were very delayed and didn't arrive until everyone was done with their meal. Haste makes waste, and in their eagerness to serve our final dish, I don't think they let the donuts cook all the way through. The lemon curd finished acerbic and bitter, and the dough in the center was raw. The nutella was better, but the dough was overly dense, like it wasn't given a chance rise...and shine.
So sad to end on a sour note, but the rest of meal is worth a visit. The bottomless boozy brunch is a definite plus, and there is ALWAYS room for another pizza.
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