11th Street Cafe

It's a new morning, and what better way to start than with breakfast?

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.