So here we have a lovely location (a historic building that was part of the Oxford University centuries ago) and a reasonable enough boutique bakery chain (sadly it was the ONLY place open early for breakfast - life with little C beings at the crack of dawn) but the breakfast came with mixed reviews. First we have these sad looking eggs that resemble some sort of wall-eyed zombie eyes and tasted a bit like them, as well. And boring old toast. With a packaged butter - yet at least it was "French", as the place pretends to be. The Service? perfect. In General? Epic fail.