10:55 am: Two friends and I trek to Copa on an early Sunday morning.
11:02 am: Walk past Copa by mistake because we don’t know what 40th and Spruce looks like during the daytime.
11:07 am: Enter Copa, where the calm morning atmosphere is strange. Where is everyone?
11:08 am: Hostess brings us to table and gives me an ambiguously flirtatious wink/had something in her eye. I guess happy hour starts early on Sunday.
11:13 am: I order a Poinsettia, consisting of champagne, cointreau liquor, and cranberry. It tastes great until I find out it’s $7.50 and then the bitter taste of poor college student life takes over.
11:29 am: Challah French Toast platter (#KosheratCopa) looks like it has potential, but is dry as sandpaper, even with that little bit of Vermont maple syrup. The powdered sugar is pretty, though.
11:30 am: Monte Carlo Omelet with cheese and mushrooms is no better, making Hill omelets seem gourmet.
11:32 am: My Burger Benedict, a nicely cooked sirloin burger served on a brioche roll with ham and a poached egg along with home fries (#notsoKosheratCOPA) is the winner and proves that Copa’s best dishes are its burger adaptations. Forget Copa Wednesday, I'm the new president of the Copa Sunday Club.
11:45 am: Family coming from what I assume is fun Easter brunch, sits across from us, orders nothing, and proceeds to walk out fifteen minutes later. Looks like Copa magic does not work on everyone…
Copabanana 4000 Spruce St. Philadelphia (215)-382-1330
