I met a couple of friends here Sunday morning (by that I mean noon - don't judge me) for breakfast. I have been searching high and low for a place to finally catch on to the bacon bloody mary craze, and I heard this was the right spot. I expected a crowd, but there was plenty of parking and plenty of seating available. I became skeptical, and rightfully so. I was not at all impressed by the boring 1985 country-kitchen d\u00e9cor, which included grandma-powder-blue diner booths and a few rogue tables in unfortunate positions. The walls were \""decorated\"" with nothing more than dozens of identical empty ketchup cans and a couple of oddly placed flat screens. The food was disappointing, at best. I'm not sure how they managed to ruin simple potatoes, but I'm fairly sure it was intentional. They were hard round disks that appeared to have been soaked in some kind of onion-oily substance, and tasted nothing short of old. The bacon-bloody was equally as disappointing. It was mediocre in flavor and had relatively no kick = pointless. The only thing bacon-y about it was a skewered piece of chewy bacon climbing out the top - good for display, but perhaps they should consider cooking it first or maybe working the flavor into the drink. In fact, I didn't really see anything bacon-y about this place. It's a shame because there really is a lot of potential here -great location, open and spacious layout, a full bar (which is v. important in any breakfast joint), etc. \n\nI'm giving the stars for the decent, friendly service and the availability to get a table at any time. I typically judge my breakfast experiences by how helpful they are in relieving my hangovers. I was hoping for a fun, lively environment coupled with a little hair-o'-the-dog, in which my friends tell me about the good times I had the night before (because i can't remember). Sadly, Bacon didn't come through for me.