Supper 923 South St.  (215) 222–2363 Washington Square

Don't Miss: Waffles, of any kind Skip: The Cereal Bar $$$

Supper is all about little twists — the first being that it has one of the best brunches in Philly. This theme extends to its atmosphere, food and overall experience, all of which could be concocted by M. Night Shyamalan. Supper succeeds when it plays with your expectations, creating a meal that is wholly familiar yet one–of–a–kind.

The restaurant itself is nestled inconspicuously on South St., which is fitting, considering its surprisingly humble take on food. The dining room’s magnificent centerpiece — a gigantic metal chandelier made solely from old kitchen supplies—beautifully encapsulates Supper’s main philosophy.

The menu itself was a great mix of traditional breakfast foods and sweet desserts. Of note was the Cereal Bar ($7), a buffet–style layout of old and new breakfast cereals, from Count Chocula to Honey Nut Cheerios. Compared to everything else offered, it seemed like a waste. The cocktail list, though, was filled with fun and inventive choices. The Danny DeVito ($10) was a seltzer and mint mix that had just right amount of tang as well as the best name on the menu.

But let’s get to the (really) good stuff: the food. Once again, Supper was at its best when it provided a simple yet wholly unique take on a traditional favorite. The Dixie Biscuit ($14) was the perfect example of this. At its most basic form, it was just eggs and a biscuit, but Supper provided enough twists and turns to make it memorable. Although the scrambled eggs were a bit dry, the thin smoked country ham, rich pimento cheese and warm, crumbly biscuit managed to elevate the sandwich — add some pickles, and experience an unexpected kick. However, the real star was the white grits that came on the side: perfectly creamy and perfectly cheesy, they were the dish I wanted to eat again and again. The Skillet Roasted Mushroom Toast ($13) was luxuriously coated in thick cream, but the crispy texture of the crust and the levity of the pesto managed to save it from being too heavy.

The real winner was the Pumpkin French Toast ($15), which had a light, airy texture, similar to that of angel food cake, a generous coating of cinnamon sugar and the perfect amount of pumpkin taste. As my cohort and I were about to leave, we noticed another table had ordered the Red Velvet Waffles ($15), which were bright red and covered in cream cheese glaze. I guess we’ll just have to order that next time.