A repeat from last year, Duck & Waffle served as a pretty good brunch option that exists on the way from our usual Airbnb location to the bustling heart of the Fringe, so why not again? It feels rude, going to a restaurant named Duck & Waffle, and not ordering the duck & waffle. So we do! No instructions on how to eat it this time, but I remember at least part of the knack, twisting the bone to extract it smoothly. It is, to be fair to them, very nice. If not quite Waffle House level, the waffle is very good at soaking up the duck egg yolk and the mustard seed maple syrup, and the confit duck leg itself is crispy on the skin and - actually, being honest, a little less tender on the meat than I would have liked, but we’re none of us perfect. It’s a slightly gaudy decor, but it’s at least consistent and more interesting than the latest iteration of industrial chic. We’ll see next year if it becomes a staple, or if this is a twice-off.