The Porch South Orange

Cute place for brunch with nice specials on drinks. The cronuts were surprisingly delicious, definitely recommend. Everything I ordered honestly was really good. I thought it was cute seeing all the fur babies at the outdoor seating.

Went here for brunch for the 1st time and will definitely return. I had the buff chicken and waffles, which was good. The only downside was I didn’t realize there were different sauces the chicken could be tossed in. The mild sauce was really mild and lightly seasoned. I prefer a little spice and would have gone for something more spicy. The service was really good and so were the mimosas.

We went to the porch Feb 19 as evening was approaching. Upon entering the establishment felt pretty calm and laid back. The host said we can sit anywhere so we asked for a booth. There were 4 or 5 of these booths that overlook most of the restaurant so we though why not. Anyhow we order out food which was great. Our server was Brandon. We figure we would eat and chat for a bit. Typically we would chat after our meal. Anyhow mid way Brandon asked us if we needed anything else. We said no. He comes back and asks if I wanted a box for my meal. I wasn’t done eating. Then someone else comes and asks if we’re done with our meal. A lady walks in an points to the booth were at and I figured it could be a local that eats where we’re sitting which is the corner booth near the register and restrooms. Anyhow I started to feel uncomfortable eating due to feeling like we were being pushed out. I asked my husband if we should sit at a regular table so they don’t keep asking us if we’re done with our meal. When I was FINALLY done Brandon took the meal and I didn’t even make eye contact because I was uncomfortable and had to make myself eat the rest of the food. Brandon tossed the clip board check at our table. Now I was pissed but didn’t say anything. My husband tossed the check across the table back at him. I guess he felt the tension and then told us to have a good day. When we got there till we left, there wad a couple there longer than we had been at the booth. So if there is a time limit for the booths they need to say that. We barely were there for an hour and never got to talk and enjoy a casual evening eating. Being stared at made me feel like I did something wrong. The passive aggressive attitudes were not it. We’re all adults talk about it next time. Never again. I never got to tell him I was pregnant.