The best brunch in town (in my opinion) nails a delicate balance of sweet, savory, and experimental in a room that’s laid-back and welcoming. The plate of chicken and yeast-raised waffles will feed you for days, particularly if you are wise enough to also indulge in the house-made daily doughnut beforehand. Dinner is equally fun and exciting; the East Ender’s schtick is serving comforty faves that are inventive on the margins, like grilled duck with sauerkraut and gruyere, or a patty melt with lobster (and bacon jam) instead of beef, or chili-lime Brussels sprouts. It's the kind of joint where you can wear a sport coat or a flannel shirt and not feel out of place either way.