"The line to get inside The Breakfast Klub in Midtown is inevitable and will stretch down the block on weekends—just know that the food on the other side is worth it. The eggs will be fluffy, the katfish will be krispy (they’re committed to the bit), and the hot syrup is on tap right next to the coffee. Even when it’s buzzing with people, The Breakfast Klub feels mellow—it’s the sort of place a poetry slam would be held. The food comes out astonishingly fast, so you’ll spend most of your time carving into hearty pork chops and spooning cheesy grits while making the occasional stop for a syrup refill." - chelsea thomas, gianni greene
@TheInfatuation
