Went to check out The Smith in the East Village for brunch based on a co-worker's recommendation. We immediately fell for the vintage look and the laid back feel, but it took us just as long to become unimpressed with the service. Finally we manage to get some water and some bread, but it was nothing to write home about. The Mr was tempted by the Slow Roasted pork Sandwich with it's lure of kimchi aioli and fell for the Potato Waffle Benedict because hello, waffle made with potato.
Unfortunately the sandwich was quite dry and on a whole not that appetizing, so The Mr wound up helping me out with my Potato Waffle Benedict situation which was well appreciated since it was a heavy dish. It was good enough to redeem the meal, but not good enough to make us want to come back again.
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