There are plenty of spots in town where you can grab a greasy breakfast sandwich and a coffee the morning after a late night out near the bottom of Church Street. Towards the top, you'll find the only place where brunch bends toward the Mediterranean. Owned by the same folks behind Honey Road, The Grey Jay is less of a scene than its sibling, with fewer frills and no neon. But the food is worthy of one, and you won't be competing with bleary-eyed students to nab a table. The egg and cheese comes with zhug (pay extra to add the lamb sausage) and french toast is topped with halva. Instead of home fries, there's crispy potato wedges that sort of call to mind KFC's, but only in shape—these come with a pepper labneh dip, not honey mustard. For caffeine, try the Turkish coffee or the spiced tahini iced. At the very least, stop in for a donut to-go, which might be injected with fillings like plum cardamom honey or coated with blueberry sumac glaze.