An 'in club' for the owners clique'y gay friends. The food is nothing special and overrated. The attitude of the restaurant is snobby for no reason. Bring back RoseLena's! If we wanted attitude like this we would go to center city!

I'm glad to see this nice addition to the area. Good food, friendly people and no, I don't know the owner and I am not gay.

What the Hell? Rubbery eggs, cold home-fries and steaming hot attitude are not my idea of comfort food. The uninspired cusine and unwarranted attitude in this overtly efete restaurant makes you want to bend Michael the pugnacious owner over your knee and spank him like a little child. This place is the worst. Stick with Sabrina's or the Morning Glory. They've got it right.

They should've named this place "Aunties Panties" or "The guilded cupcake" Honestly, if you are a big, burly man looking for the perfect place to sip tea, eat frilly little baked goods and discuss with your friends which production of 'CATS' was the best then this place is for you. However, if you are looking for a substantial restaurant and a decent meal then you need to go elsewhere. Too many missteps with the food to mention. The service was friendly but in the atmosphere of a chinese-firedrill. Management seemed oblivious to the mess, spending an excessive amount of time schmoozing. The Hobbitt-sized tables might put off some of those bigger, cupcake, eatin' men. Especially if you have to wait for your food. Our party waited over 35 minutes for several plates of eggs and an uninspired fruit-topped french toast. We had to stand and do the 'seventh inning stretch' before our food finally came. And when it did come,...feh!
The atmosphere at Michaels is anacronistic and annoying. The vibe is less like a restaurant and more like the home of your dowdy, culinarliy challenged, spinster aunt. The one who fancies herself a cook but really isnt. Several tables crowd into what would be the living room; the walls are adorned with estrogen-laced artwork that yearns to look Victorian and although it tries way too hard to create something special Michaels is less a restaurant and more of a joke. The punchline is that now I can go to a place that reminds me of my deceased great-aunt's sitting parlor and PAY for Aunties bad food.

Drove 2 hours to visit friends for a lovely weekend in Philly and stopped for breakfast here before we left for home. One of the friends in our group said “we should go to the diner because I have not heard good things about this place.” And boy was he ever right. The interior is very narrow and the flow of staff is chaotic (I can’t imagine what the dinner service must be like). I would not recommend it if you are the least bit closter phobic, because I found that out the hard way. The décor makes it feel more as if it’s a “tea room” rather than the hip bistro vibe it wants to give off. We waited for almost an hour for a meal that was a subpar at best. My pancakes had pieces of old carbonated fry top in them and my side addition of fruit looked as if it had been sitting in the frig from the day before. The wait staff was accommodating; however I couldn’t shake that feeling as if I was at a party I wasn’t invited to. The next time I am in Philly, I will visit Passyunk Ave again and make sure to take the advice of a local and wave goodbye to this place as I head up to diner because I can’t let this place be my last memories of eating in Philly!

I went and had a simple, delicious omelette (spinach and mushrooms), the most fantastic hunk of turkey bacon and a perfectly sized side of home fries. The portions were perfect (neither too big nor too small) and the price reasonable. I can appreciate a brunch that's not bombastic.

the owner is a bona fide tool who ABSOLUTELY can not take constructive criticism of any kind. In fact, if you have any suggestions at all that are either creative or constructive, his defenses kick in and immediately mentions his "twenty plus years" of working in the industry and that "his name is on the front of the place" and "he knows whats best for his place" and blah blah blah,...
The guy has no business being in the hospitality industry.

How on earth does this strapper manage to stay in business