We found a new accessible brunch spot in Belmont Shore, and we need to yolk about the fried French toast.
That is not a typo. They fry the French toast, and it is the right call.
Brunch rushes and power chairs do not always mix, and this visit worked. We are holding the name until we finish the full five-check score card, because one easy Sunday does not equal a rating.
The full review gets the same treatment as Angel Stadium: parking, entrance, customer service, restrooms, and dining, scored in person. Until then, Belmont Shore is on the shortlist, and the French toast is the reason.
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