This was the first time I ever had breakfast in a club space, and I was pleasantly surprised. Â
The drapes were drawn, flooding the fabulous space with light. Â The decor and furniture were clearly for a nocturnal environment. Â What were missing were other guests -- drunk, dancing, eating, or otherwise. Â (It was downtown West Palm Beach in the summer, so I guess I shouldn't have been expecting throngs of people.)
My dining partner and I ordered the same thing: Â fresh glasses of kiwi juice and breakfast sandwiches of ham, Emmenthaler cheese, and eggs. Â A side salad of greens with balsamic complemented the light meal.
And yes, there was even the thumping beat of house music, though the volume was much lower for breakfast/brunch.
I suggested to the two brothers from France, who seemed to be owners or partners in the restaurant, to bring a real French singer or entertainer to the space. Â 'We're considering that,' they said.