Put a Fork in it…

I’m done.

The Philadelphia restaurant Fork had the rare chance to redeem itself this morning after a decent, but underwhelming dinner we had there last year.

For a place that prides itself on fresh, seasonal ingredients, this brunch was downright mediocre. We were surprised to taste orange juice that was clearly not fresh-squeezed and egg entrees that could have been done better at a mid-city diner.

Although my quiche was nice and thick, it was all wrong. First, it came in layers – cheese on the bottom, then eggs, then eggs with peppers. And not just peppers, but thinly sliced green peppers, the Chevy Nova of bell peppers.

As if that weren’t strange enough, my wife’s omelette looked like a plain yellow burrito with just the hint of spinach and goat cheese that was calling out from the menu. The plate also had some potato mush that was supposed to be hashbrowns.

In a word: bleh.

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