I am not their target audience by a long shot and, honestly, I really don't even want to know anyone who might be. It's just way to precious for my blood. I had 2 poached eggs (floating in butter) and a rather large, thick piece of toast. Not untastey but not special either. There wasn't really anything else on the menu that tempted me. $14 with tip.
And, as I left I remembered that the place is named London Plane - after the trees that are all over my neighborhood. They were carefully chosen by the city, not because they are lovely because they surely are not but because they do not die. Ever. They are bullet proof. I have one that blocks my view from May to October. It's The Tree That I Hate. It's a London Plane.