So far, Abigail is one-for-one; the jazz brunch was pretty great. Good food, loud jazz, completely relaxed atmosphere. And I love the
people on Yelp complaining about the service; it warms my heart, it really does, to know that there are this many douchebags in NYC that I don't ever have to speak to. It's on fucking CLASSON Avenue, people--be happy there IS a fucking restaurant on this spot. Oh, you waited five extra minutes for your eggs benedict at brunch? Sorry! Walk north 15 minutes and go sit at a counter at one of Clinton Hill's crappy breakfast places; you'll be served inedible breakfast in five minutes for five bucks. Then leave the rest of us alone who don't mind waiting for good food while listening to live music that isn't some sort of inappropriate dub/DJ crap at 1:15 on a Saturday afternoon. Good riddance.
