I pulled into the Millenia area one sunny morning, glad to get a spot close to Keke’s at 4192 Conroy Road, Orlando. Their doors open early—7 a.m. to 2:30 p.m. daily—so if you’re plotting your brunch mission, that window’s your friend.
Walking in, the place feels shiny-clean and ready to charm. Knit cups of coffee, hand-cracked eggs, real butter and whipped cream—no microwaves allowed. That’s the vibe they’re laying out. And hey, service is genuinely warm—servers smiling and moving with ease, so it’s not just about food, it’s a whole friendly lift.
The menu’s full of what you’d expect—stuffed French toast, waffles, pancakes, omelets, scrambler bowls, bowls of fruit, classic combos. They’ve got lunch too, after 10:30 a.m.—paninis, wraps, sandwiches, salads. It reads like a brunch dream, especially if you love sugar and stacks.
But here’s the thing—I got the stuffed French toast with Nutella and banana, because who says no to that? Arrived looking like a fluffy cloud stacked high, dusted in powdered sugar, bananas peeking out. I was all set to fall in love. But when that first bite hit, it was like a polite knock—sweet, sure—but barely a whisper of banana or Nutella fluff. Like it was chatting, not singing.
Then I nibbled on their Florida pancakes—snap-to-attention with strawberries, blueberries, banana sprinkled on top. Gorgeous to look at. Flavor… was more of a ‘hello’ than ‘watch me dance on your tongue.’ The fruit tasted fresh, but that pancake-ee bite? Kind of bland, considering it’s supposed to be a Florida-special show-stopper.
I caught myself thinking, “I love how pretty this looks… but I wish it made me giggle from the inside.” That’s my internal dialogue when something looks dressed to impress but tastes like a library reading instead of a party.
People online talk about how customizable the meals are and how helpful the staff is. That gets a gold star from me—order your way, get good attention. I can see why regulars come back. But somewhere between the service spark and the menu page, the flavor tone-down spilled over.
There’s a sense that Keke’s wants to feel upscale. Real ingredients, breakfast classics with a fancy twist, smiley staff, clean tables. All good stuff if you’re chasing comfort and ease. Just don’t expect your taste buds to jump up and high-five you.
I finished up slowly, sipped coffee that hit the spot, admired how stray morning light and cinnamon-sweet air made the place glow. But then I left wondering: should breakfast feel like a cozy hug or a bold laugh? This was the hug. If I come back, I’d whisper a request for more banana punch or Nutella boldness.
I walked out with a soft smile and a thought: Keke’s is polished and cozy, and that totally works—for some. Me? My taste buds are still waiting for their turn to party.