It was raining hard, so instead of running at the park we ventured to the Heights for breakfast at 11th St Cafe, a little diner on a corner that I've driven by a million times but never stopped. The decor is a little cheesy-retro: not as authentic as the Yale St. Diner but not as over the top as 59 Diner.
Although we didn't partake, you get a free bottle of champagne when you order a carafe of orange juice. That in itself is reason to return. The diner fare was also good enough, but nothing to rave about. I had a Belgian waffle with a side of biscuit, my dining companions ordered breakfast staples: eggs, hashbrowns, grits, toast.
The waffle was probably the best thing we ordered, the biscuit was good enough, all the rest was average. The ambience is great and the service was friendly - when David asked for blackberry jam, the waiter brought over a special jar they keep in the restaurant for some regulars that come in every morning.
