The first time I went to Atomica, I was hungover. I wanted to go to one of my usual breakfast haunts, but I was begged by a friend to 'give Atomica a chance'. I wasn't holding anything against Atomica, it just had never grabbed my attention before.
We waited patiently outside for 20 minutes before getting a table. When we were seated, a tall, dark, roguishly handsome and cool character galloped out carrying water and glasses. "How are you guys this morning?" in a disinterested, distracted voice. My friends and I grasped at the water, and moaned in unison. One of us mustered up the politeness to return the enquiry: "And you?" He leant down towards the table, reached for our empty water bottle and casually said "Sh*t house. Look at all these f**king people everywhere".
I now understood why I was asked to give Atomica a chance- this appeared to be a place that employed real people, ones with honest mouths, and a 'I couldn't give a sh*t about customer service or your needs" attitudes. I was in love. I'm not one for appeasing people, and neither were the staff at Atomica.
Our breakfasts came out in fine time considering how busy they were. The servings were gigantic. Take note: you would do well to share a breakfast unless you are a well of hunger. I can never finish my meal even though I always wish I could. Know this: some meals are better than others. The classics are done well, but be weary of the scrambled tofu for instance- it's good, but sometimes I've found that flavours clash or are a little on the intense side. The breakfasts are well priced considering how generous the servings are.The coffee is generally pretty good.
Above anything else, Atomica gets the thumbs up for it's honest character. It's not like other cafes on the strip, nor does it try to be. They won't go out of their way to treat you like royalty, but you'll keep coming back for more. read more