Eilin
This place is a rare find because seldom do you find a Japanese-Texan fusion place to have breakfast. Sadly, that is where the fascination ends. The place was clean, and the atmosphere was hipster at its best. The people who took our order at the counter were visibly unhappy to be there and mentally out of it. I ordered the first thing I saw on the breakfast menu, thinking it must be their popular item. My mom, not knowing any better, ordered the same. We each got one of their holiday coffee confections, which was good. A few minutes later, after finding a table that wasn't lightly used, the lady who was behind the counter came with one of our orders and asked my mom and me if we were planning on sharing. She placed the plate on the table. At that moment, I saw a boiled egg still in its shell alone on a small plate, a sad cabbage salad, and a toast. I told her we had ordered two of those. She went to her counter and back to us to confirm what I had already told her. She said it would be right there, as it seemed the cook did not see the whole order. A few minutes later, she came with the same sad plate. I touched the egg and it was fridge-cold, and I had to start working on peeling it. A few minutes into this, I realized I paid an extra $5 for a miso soup that never came. I had to go up to the counter and ask them about it. The cashier confirmed I had ordered the miso soup and that they would bring it to the table—no apologies, just, "Yes, you are right; I'll bring it to you." I was so embarrassed with my mom because I had promised her a place with a different take on breakfast. See the pictures. This was far from what you would expect for a total of 50 dollars. I'll stay home next time instead of wasting my hard-earned money on bad service and cold, sad food. Never again.
