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Jumpin' Java for a Weekend Dose of Breakfast Irony
Ahhh, the weekend breakfast. Such a noble--but frustrating--pursuit. Some joints get a rep for being "the" place to go when you've slept in and are craving carbs piled high on plates. We'd heard a lot about Studio City's Jumpin' Java. We'd heard it was super crowded, super delicious, and had super spotty service. After giving it a go, we'll say two out of three is how things ended up for us; blame it on the "super" as superlative. That's a lot to live up to.
Jumpin' Java is crowded, that's for sure. The line was elbow to elbow on Ventura Boulevard, even at almost noon when we sauntered in for some eats on a recent weekend. We were offered an instant seat at the "bar" and took it in a heartbeat. The vibe inside is bustling and bright. The servers are friendly, but it did take us quite some time to get our orders taken, and, though we were right in front of the fellows making coffee drinks at the "bar" ironically it was quite a production for them to get our java to us. (Look Ma, more irony: The java wasn't jumpin'!) The food was good, but not great. The menu is massive, which, on the upside, means maybe we picked poorly this time and can dip into the pool for better eats the next time. We had the Florentine Omlette (picutred) which is filled with spinach, tomato, and mushroom, and is topped with their "special" Hollandaise. In this case "special" means gross, foamy, and a sticky mess adhering to our omlette like a fresh scab on a wound. (Sorry we had to say that at this hour, and about breakfast, but it's true.) Overall it was blah, and the massive pile of potatoes to the side were cold and too seasoned for our taste. What was better was the set of two Almond Granola Pancakes that we split for a taste of something sweet. Perhaps Jumpin' Java's rep was built on stacks of pancakes, because these were indeed delicious. So crowded, spotty service, and some of the food delicious; nothing we'd stand in a line for on a weekend morning.
11919 Ventura Boulevard, Studio City