I’ll admit that I didn’t go too far out of my comfort zone when I went here: I saw French Toast Cinnamon Buns and there I stopped. They were amazing. Literally cinnamon buns cut in half and soaked in egg before being slapped on the griddle, they were every bit the sugar shock I was expecting. The bacon was crispy and the maple syrup was, of course, fantastically real. This was a special and may not be available now, but the omelets and poached eggs my companions had were also lovely. Basically everything breakfast here gets a thumbs up from me.
So tasty I forgot to take a picture.
There was very little wait when we were there, although it is a bit small so I imagine that happens during busier times. The waitstaff was fast moving and attentive, and the coffee is full-on diner. This place has been around for a while, but seems to have branched out and stepped up its food game from ten years ago. Everything they serve is local and fresh, and they will usually tell you exactly what farm in what town it hails from. There was a good mix of local regulars, families, and hip youngsters in attendance, and that speaks well of a place in my mind. They also had quite the dessert menu, and I feel strongly I’ll have to come back to experience this.
In conclusion, if you’re even vaguely in the area, get your ass to the Chelsea Royal and brunch it up.
Seriously good food.
Brunch the Fuck Up 