"Simpatica" means nice.

All hail the Brunch God. Simpatica started serving brunch on Saturday. Moments after I read the announcement, I called to make reservations for my restaurant group.

We waited a few minutes for them to get our table set up. I could not wait to see the menu. I know there was a lot of great stuff. Waffles and Banana Pancakes and Eggs Benedict and Strata and oh. So many things.

I decided to take a leap. The Logger. Chicken-fried bison with country ham gravy, roasted potatoes and two eggs, over-easy. It took a while for our food, but we had a lot of people and it was busy. Plus, I was kind of feeding my stomach by gawking at the food around me. The smells were intoxicating, the plates, culinary artistry.

My bison was tender and crunchy and laced with fatty ham country gravy. The potatoes perfectly roasted enough to sop up the yellow middles of the eggs. Yeah. It was perfect.

The waitress tempted us with dessert. Someone at our table said "Dessert? Ohhhh. I don't know about that." The waitress nonchalantly said "I eat dessert and bacon with every meal." I loved that she said that. Even if it wasn't true, she and I were on the same level for that one moment. And, it convinced almost all of us to try the Jack Frost Cake, made of homemade chocolate cookies and homemade peppermint ice cream.

I want to go back again and again. I mean, why even make my own breakfast on the weekends anymore? There's so much more of the menu I need to explore.

P.S. Simpatica - I think you should change your name. I mean "nice" is nice, but how about, "Increible" or "Estupendo" or "Fabuloso"? But that's just the opinion of one brunch junkie.