And now a few words from the other side:
Lovely Dining Companion and I were joined for brunch this morning by Amata and Lucantonius. Never one to mince words, I will say by way of conclusion that I won't be rushing back to the Bryn Mawr branch. The obligatory chips and salsa were good (fresh chips) and bad (the salsa wasn't even mediocre). I had chilaquiles con chorizo. First bite: the sauteed potatoes weren't cooked. Looked gorgeous, but simply not cooked. The chorizo, a coarse grind, was not distinctive in any way and was not even warm. The torilla/salsa combination was sprinkled (in a rather tight-fisted way) with a little queso, but was also undistinguished. I can speak with unqualified approval of the black beans and the sour cream alone.
LDC had black bean empanadas and pronounced herself happy with her dish, with the caveat that they were portioned appropriately for her. For anyone weighing more than 98 pounds, however, another entree would be recommended. LDC actually finished her plate; that is so rare as to be noteworthy.
Service was not good in any way. Anytime you have to ask for the coffee to be refilled--and continue to ask time after time after time, it's not a good sign. Lucantonius ordered lemonade; they were out. (First thing in the morning?) Amata ordered Mexican hot chocolate; they were out. (Hello?) Lucantonius devoted some of his time to drawing. (He's really quite accomplished; among other things, he presented a finished hockey rink--do we detect a parental/paternal influence?--that was quite impressive for its detail.) But on the way out, we noticed that the restaurant has crayons. Did anyone think to bring the crayons over to us? Nope.
The physical space is quite attractive but for a location with the capacity for 150 people, I don't think there were more than 20 people by the time we left (we were there at opening, 11:00, and left about 12:30).
Sad and disappointed. We had quite looked forward to this brunch. Speaking of which, although they serve brunch at this location it is not, unlike Evanston, a buffet. Everything is a la carte. Perhaps they are still settling in, but too many things simply weren't well done to anticipate a return any time soon.
Gypsy Boy
"I am not a glutton--I am an explorer of food." (Erma Bombeck)