The Upper West Side may not be flush with noteworthy dining out options, but they certainly have one meal on lockdown - brunch. Good Enough To Eat has been an institution up in these parts for a good 30 years. It's essentially like going to eat at your Aunt's house in the country. You know, the one that hoards random kitchen chotchkies and cooks up a storm. They recently moved out of their homey, lived in upstate-in-the-big-city space, to a new, bigger room with nowhere near as much charm. The new spot feels like they decorated the local Irish pub with a bunch of Vermont flair, which is kind of sad. Regardless, G.E.T.E. is the jam for brunch.

Good Enough To's #EEEEEEATS are nothing fancy. Simple, heavy handed home cooking that's free of pretension. We're all about the biscuits with strawberry butter, the omelettes, the pancakes, the chicken salad and all the baked goods. Although they're most well known for their brunch, which you'll always have to wait in line for, G.E.T.E is serving all day long. It's a great spot for Moms to bring the strollers during the day and also a sleeper spot for local Dads who need to get out of the house for a couple hours to watch a game. Sitting at the bar with beer and burger in hand isn't a bad situation. Although it really doesn't matter at a place like this, it needs to be mentioned; the service is deplorable. Literally, non-existent. On our most recent visit, a single poor soul was handling the entire inside dining room. We had to walk up to the bar for water refills, mosey on over to the register to ask for a check and decided to start bussing the table next to us ourselves after it remained empty for a full half hour. You're welcome, 30 people waiting in line to be seated. We're trying to help you eat pancakes sooner rather than later because clearly, no one else is.

We'll end this review with a quote from one of our favorite wordsmiths Sloane Crosley, who summed up Good Enough To Eat pretty perfectly in her Friday Fives a couple years back. "There are other brunches that will fill your stomach with better pancakes, cholesterol and a side of regret (egg!), but none look like the state of Vermont had an orgasm, put tables in it and is now seating…”