My wife and I have been going to French Roast for years. Well, this past Friday was the last. There is no baguette, there is no real French food, Dean Martin was singing " That's Amore" and "Volare" in the background. Don't get me wrong; I love Italy. But we didn't go to Eatily, we went to French Roast! We had to send the toast that came with breakfast THREE times because it was burned. The server was great, unlike others in reviews I have read. It was just the food- mediocre and overpriced for what one orders. In fact, our server was apologetic because of the lack of what my wife calls "Love in the food". This breakfast didn't even have friendship. New York City offers far better fare than what we encountered in this establishment.