So, once again we tried to give the London another chance and they failed us.
Yes, I know brunch is an animal unto itself in the restaurant biz, but I also know that people who work at/own the London read this blog. And if you're gonna offer brunch as a meal, do it right and don't waste your patrons' time. Especially since so much competition is coming into the 'hood.
The situation:
Having just come from a lovely morning at the PMA, we sat down outside at the London. It wasn't busy and the hostess was courteous.
The waiter came over and took our drink orders - coffee and OJ. Coffee was good, OJ was not. Either it was fermented or someone turned it into a bad mimosa. Either way, not what I wanted and not fresh squeezed as the waiter claimed.

When he returned we sent the OJ back and ordered our meal - a beet salad to split, the biscuits with sausage gravy and the french toast.
15 minutes later after being told the kitchen was "slammed," though it didn't seem busy, my replacement OJ finally arrived. Fine, thank you, forgiven - OJ happens and kitchens get backed up.
20 more minutes later, we inquired on the whereabouts of our meal and were told that the line chef was "having trouble with his eggs, he can't poach them and they keep breaking."

Now I'm hungry and don't particularly care about the line cook's eggs, especially since I didn't order any.
5 minutes later, our brunch comes and we asked about the missing salad.
Waiter: "Did you order a salad? What kind?"
Me: "Yes, we ordered a beet salad."
Waiter: "Do you still want it?"
Me: "No, never mind."
Waiter (walking away): "Well, enjoy the food we did give you."
Me:
The food was OK. My husband's contained no sausage, just ground hamburger, though his egg yolks were unbroken, so I guess the line cook figured his eggs out. My french toast was OK, not worth the wait.
I realize that there's a lot more important things going on in this world than where I eat my brunch, but I'm annoyed. Here this establishment is asking for support from the 'hood and they can't even get food out in a timely fashion. I don't want apologies, I don't want excuses, I just want to eat my overpriced starch/protein/fat without 'tude and in a reasonable amount of time.
So, now I've vented and I feel better. And I hope the London gets the protesters out of their hair, but we're never going back. Seven years since we've been in this 'hood, countless meals and never once have we had a pleasant one at the London.
May the foie be with you.
