Reviewed March 29, 2026
I went into Pip looking for a calm reset after a first date that very clearly did not believe in pacing. Pip, unfortunately, shares that philosophy.
The Cold Shoulder showed up smooth, cool, and quietly persuasive, matching my date's whole "medium roast" glow a little too perfectly. It was warm enough to pull you in, with just enough heat underneath to remind you this was not going to stay innocent.
It does not rush you.
It simply lets you get comfortable making the same bad decisions twice.
Then the short ribs eggs benedict lands, and any illusion of restraint is gone. The meat-to-egg ratio is aggressive, stacked high, unapologetic, and very clearly in charge. The short rib takes over completely. It is rich, heavy, and impossible to ignore. And the egg just accommodates, effortlessly.
Watching it felt less like brunch and more like déjà vu, because I had already seen this exact dynamic play out the night before. The same energy and the same outcome. Something gets completely overwhelmed and still leans in like it is not finished.
And just when you think things might ease off, the focaccia apple fritter arrives glazed within an inch of its life.
It is thick, heavy, and clings to every surface like it has no intention of letting go. It is excessive in a way that feels personal. Sticky, indulgent, and completely uninterested in boundaries.
There is no clean way through it. You simply accept the situation and deal with the consequences later.
Pip is like all your unhinged decisions. You swear you've learned your lesson, but somehow you're already planning another visit.