Brunch at The Cafe

I think my friend said this place is called The Cafe 2011. I wonder if they change the name every year. It's somewhere in Center City Philadelphia. I really should pay more attention to addresses.

Sunday brunch is a wonderful thing. Fluffy pancakes with triple berry compote and powdered sugar. I wish restaurants didn't assume everyone likes syrup. I hate it. They should at least ask before they put that crap on my plate. It could have spilled on the pancakes. I would much rather have whipped cream or butter. The pancakes were good, though.

Awesome fruit plate! I didn't actually eat this, but my two friends did. They loved it. I only ate one of the orange garnishes.

Loaded potatoes! I forgot what the menu called them, but they're definitely loaded. Bacon and cheese and onions and other stuff. I couldn't finish this even with one of my friends helping me. With the addition of pineapple fizz, this turned out to be a great brunch. If I lived in Philadelphia, I'd eat at this cafe all the time.