Just like your jewish southern grandma's
During the brunch rush hour, the door opens straight into a crowd of pierced starving artists and other free vendors, all regulars. You might recognize your grandmother's wallpaper, tea set and hanging lamps. These are paired with '60s turquoise paint and swivel barstools and modern exposed steel beams. One wall reads "Eat EAT." The room is eclectic -- but it works.