This bread that was served at Good Life was not cornbread. I think I actually laughed at the pitiful attempt.

Last Sunday I did something I rarely do. I switched up my brunch schedule.

I know you’re thinking that is a pretty risky endeavor. But I’ve heard some things, some good and some bad, about my latest spot, Good Life.

So, you walk into the place and there is a petite foyer. You may want to bring a gas mask because the overwhelming smell of potpourri (I’m not kidding) and dusty fake greenery was unbearable.

So we sit down on a very sunny, breezy morning in front of a large picture window overlooking the river and Humboldt Avenue. For a brief moment, I felt like I was having brunch in Manhattan; surrounded with cars on the street and people walking on the sidewalk. I love the location, so far so good.

We were both in need of an emergency caffeine fix and two large mugs of Alterra coffee were delivered to us right away.

By this time, more people started appearing and the place got busy. Just as my dining companion and I were enjoying a great breeze coming in the open window above our table, the couple next to us asked if we could shut it.

Even though I found the breeze to be more refreshing than chilling, we decided to be nice and shut the window for them. That ended what I thought to be the perfect setting for brunch in Milwaukee.

Next we ordered a couple of mimosas. I ordered the mango and my dining companion ordered the grapefruit ($7.50) mimosa.

They came beautifully garnished and were completely girl-ified in stemless martini glasses. Not my style but I gave them the benefit of the doubt on the presentation. After all, it’s only a mimosa.

Looking over the menu, I wasn’t seeing anything that I had to have. They don’t offer many entrées to choose from and to tell the truth, some do not even sound appetizing. Like pina colada pancakes ($6) and jerk shrimp and eggs ($9). Shrimp and eggs seems like a strange combination but I’m sure somewhere in the Caribbean people love their shrimp and eggs every morning.

I ended up getting the jerk chicken and goat cheese omelet ($7). It came with a hunk of cornbread and fruit.

The jerk chicken had the perfect amount of heat and the layers of creamy goat’s cheese helped mellow out the flavors. I would say this meal was fabulous except for the corn bread.

I have thick southern roots and I know what perfect cornbread made from scratch tastes like. This bread that was served at Good Life was not cornbread. I think I actually laughed at the pitiful attempt.

My dining companion ordered the drunken eggs ($7) that consisted of two poached eggs over an English muffin. They were smothered with stewed tomatoes, red onion and came accompanied with the house potatoes.

The eggs with the vegetable topping were not good. They lacked in the salt department. He ate them, secretly wishing for my flavorful omelet. The house potatoes are a blend of Idaho potatoes, yams, onions and jerk seasoning. They were extremely tasty. A full plate of those would have been just fine that Sunday morning.

Overall, the place has the right prices considering the talent of their head chef is quite limited. We paid, finished our coffee and took a deep breath before departing through the foyer of fake flowers.

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