Briarpatch
It all begins with an idea.
Full disclosure, I’ve been here many times. It’s kind of a Winter Park staple in the way that corn or wheat is a farmer’s staple crop. I’m not entirely sure if this will do anything to alter the above, but I thought it may be worth noting should something come through in my tone.
Above, Slide 1: Short Rib Benedict and Brown Butter Belgian Waffle (with fresh fruit) in the background; Slide 2: A little red velvet cake abstraction
Keke's Breakfast Cafe
It all begins with an idea.
UPDATE 10/11/23: This breakfast spot experienced a few brief closures due to health code violations. They should be open now, but in case they aren’t, consider the implications.
UPDATE 12/26/2018: $14.15 (with tip $16.67), waitress=Juliana
Waverly Diner
It all begins with an idea.
UPDATE 11/7/2018: I went back here for my usual, my spot, the coffee. Only that last part was the same. The apple crumb is no longer on the menu and the chocolate mousse cake (now $5.95) I got in its place was an absolute disgrace. I refuse to even call it chocolate. And the syrup that it was drizzled in split into webs when pulled from the plate. Please, for the love of god, do not order this 6 layer disaster. As for my spot—it was converted into a low black slab that could now accommodate 3 instead of a booth and a solo seater. And the coffee (now $2)—50 cents more for the tag of “Hawaiian Kona Blend Coffee” I presume—was the same and with complimentary (if you could catch the waitress) vanilla or hazelnut.
The environment was all wrong too. The Hispanic men who I’d grown resentingly fond of were replaced with 2 women—one with red soaked hair and an unkind disposition and the other with a selectively kind approach to greeting and seating at one point barking at a woman who had slipped into a booth, “Take a small table, it’s too busy right now.” Kids with Oreos trickled in at one point trying to sell them to diners and me. Not only is this not allowed in restaurants, but the girl asked after—when I declined— whether I’d make a donation or (astoundingly) give her my metro card.
I just want to say, there is no reason for me to come back here again. It is a shadow of the diner it once was. And I am profoundly sad to admit that.
