I had just one Glass House breakfast, but it rivaled my lunches: a light, classically constructed omelet filled with fresh spinach, Vermont Cheddar, and sautéed mushrooms. It was exceptional, as were the accompaniments: thick rashers of crisp apple-wood-smoked bacon; substantial slices of toast; and a mound of hash browns that mixed cubed Russets and sweet potatoes with caramelized onions, fresh chives, and sweet basil. My one small quibble would be that the Glass House needs better jams at breakfast—those little packets don’t cut it, and I know from other dishes here that the place does a mean homemade jam. Aside from that, even the coffee was terrific, served in a pretty porcelain cup with cream in a sleek angular metal pitcher. The tea water here is hot enough to actually brew a decent cup.
The Glass House has managed to find some of the most personable servers in Ann Arbor, and we were well looked after on all of our visits; recommendations were knowledgeable and delivery was prompt. At one lunch the server misheard our order and delivered a sirloin medium well instead of medium rare. We didn’t have time for a do-over, so she tried to make it right, ultimately taking our drinks off the bill. At one lunch our waiter even brought us each a gift—a bottle of Jones soda with a picture of John McCain on the label. The restaurant staff had ordered two cases each of McCain and Obama soda, and though they’d sold out of Obama quickly, they couldn’t give away McCain. I really didn’t mean to, but when I packed up my stuff to leave, my subconscious left my McCain on the table.