I ate at Urth Caffe, the chain beloved by celebrities like Miley Cyrus and Kylie Jenner, and it was like dining in the world of stars

I took a Bird scooter from a subway stop in Los Angeles to the Urth Caffé in the Arts District, which is full of converted industrial buildings.

The exterior of the restaurant was stunningly glamorous, with art-deco tiles and a rotating sign.

The West Hollywood location is especially popular with celebrities, but I decided to come to this location because I planned to spend the day in Downtown LA.

As I entered, I heard two men discussing a fashion show over their meal.

Diners were a mix of ordinary families and power brunchers.

The line to order was long. There's mobile order pick-up, but if you want to sit down, you order at the counter and take a number with you.

The menu board was full of imaginative drinks ranging from boba to matcha to other kinds of tea — all organic, of course.

The laminated breakfast menu was a wonderland of glamorous breakfast concoctions, like lox breakfast pizza, avocado toast, and bread puddings.

Everything, of course, was organic, natural, farm-fresh, or something like it.

At the counter, there was a pastry case full of gorgeous cakes.

There are plenty of products to take home, such as bagged coffees and this bag of gluten-free crunchy cereal.

Finally, I ordered, took my number, and sat down at a table near the fireplace.

I could not get enough of the colorful decor.

The soaring ceiling and wooden rafters made me feel like I was in a movie.

But a kitschy mural of stock photos from Asia and Africa stopped me in my tracks. It was the decor equivalent of the white savior Barbie Instagram account.

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Thankfully, my rising sun matcha latte arrived.

It was made with coconut milk (as is standard) and topped with a sprinkle of cocoa powder, which, sadly, was the best part.

Otherwise, this matcha latte was more looks than substance.

Sometimes a drink is more exciting in a photo than it is in real life. Did I mention Instagram?

Soon, my poach di parma — a fancy name for eggs Benedict with a hipster twist — arrived.

This dish, too, would be right at home on Instagram.

Say it three times fast: toasted ancient grain ciabatta, garlic truffle aioli, sautéed wild mushrooms, prosciutto di Parma, poached eggs, wild arugula, Parmigiano-Reggiano, and sage butter served with seasonal melon.

To be honest, I only know what half of those words mean. But they sounded good, and the dish looked really, really pretty.

I poked my fork into a poached egg.

A bright orange yolk spilled from its center.

An egg is not just an egg. An egg laid by a hen that's spent her life roaming a pasture is more likely to be bright orange.

I was starstruck at first bite. Every element of this dish joined forces to create a celestial harmony of flavor and texture in my mouth.

The perfectly poached egg was nestled under a bed of aromatic arugula and pungent Parmesan.

It melted onto a bed of salty prosciutto.

Underneath the prosciutto was a mushroom schmear that added earthy depth to the dish.

All these flavors were supported by a sturdy, crunchy, yet forgiving slab of whole-grain ciabatta toast.

I was less impressed with the seasonal melon, however. It was tough and not very sweet.

Festive music played in the background as I ate.

Turkish sounds melded with West African melded with Christmas oldies — a mix that was very much in line with the café's retro-international vibe.

I quickly plowed through the rest of my meal, leaving the melon mostly untouched.

I was satisfied, but there were still so many intriguing foods, drinks, and sweets that I didn't have the chance to try.

Was it too late to order a breakfast pizza or a bread pudding? I hadn't even looked at the lunch menu.

If I were a Angeleno, I'd haunt my local Urth Caffé regardless of my celebrity status (or lack thereof).

It's an otherworldly meal in a setting that's just as fantastical and even a little kooky. Even if I didn't encounter any stars, I felt like I'd dipped into their world for a morning. I wouldn't mind doing it again.