We got there around 2pm (which was really 1pm in our minds), and got the last available table, conveniently for three. The bubbly waitress was there in a jiffy (really- I think she skipped over, she was so enthusiastic) to take our orders. I decided to go traditional with two eggs over easy, bacon, marble rye toast, and the maple homefries. Stef got a whole wheat bagel with cream cheese. James just had coffee (he’d already had breakfast over at Sneak’s). The menu didn’t seem to have too much to choose from, but it might have been just a brunch menu.
The food arrived a while later, enough time for an average Sunday morning after a party conversation. The eggs were perfect, the toast was pretty, the bacon was nice and lean- spread evenly over the potatoes, presumably to hide them. I think I got the last of the batch, because unfortunately, they were tough and dry. Not too mapley either, sadly. The coffee was good and strong, though, so that made up for it. And the place was nice- Formica tables and vinyl bound chairs- the sun shining in the big front window helped too!
SO- on a scale of 1 to 5. I’ll give the service a 5. The food a 4. The atmosphere a 5. Cleanliness a 5. Cost a 4.5 (my eggs were $6.75). Overall- Poor John’s Cafe gets a 23.5 out of 25!