With all the publicity given by Los Angeles Times restaurant section, I decided to go to the little eatery in Santa Monica, called Blueberry. First glance, this place is really cute. They have this blue theme going on in the decor and in the food. Blueberry pancakes, blueberry lemondade, blueberry icecream.
When we arrived at the restaurant at the ungodly hour of 9am, Sunday morning, there were two people waiting outside. The cafe is generous enough to provide self serve coffee outside, for waiting patrons and anyone else who happens to walk by, I suppose. And with good reason: there was a 25 minute wait. Huh?!? I only see a couple waiting. But we decide to wait it out, see what the hubbub is about. We browse the Eastern Thought store next door. 25 minutes become 30 minutes, 30 minutes become 40 minute. Meanwhile, the people waiting out side grows to about 15. We go inside to make sure they haven't given our table to someone else, before we say anything and the hostess says, "I was just going to call you."
We sit down and look at the menu for a while. The waitress asks us what we'd like to drink. We tell her and she starts to leave to fetch them. We say, "Oh, we're ready to order." She dosen't hear us, I repeat, "Excuse me." Nothing. "Excuse me." She whips around and answers, "I heard you the first time!" Whoa. That came from nowhere. I imagined seeing snakes in her hair, and me turning into stone.
She gets us the drinks anyway, then takes our order. We get the Blue Cakes, a stack of three blueberry pancakes topped with strawberries and more blueberries; and also the Breakfast Sandwich, with bacon, avacado, and tomato, comes with a side of potatoes and peppers. Both $8. Yikes. Also on the menu is one egg on the side $1.95. Couldn't I get a dozen for that much?
I realize that everyone else sitting down around me gets a little woven basket of blueberry muffins. Our waitress must have forgotten.
The pancakes were good. Blueberry topping was also good. Strawberries seemed like they were cut and refridgerated a few days ago. The breakfast sandwich was bland. Nothing some tabasco sauce couldn't fix. Well, a LOT of tabasco anyway. The breakfast potatoes just didn't have that harmony that makes bell peppers and onions (and potatoes) a wonderful combination. Nothing even more tabasco couldn't mask.
Conclusion? Long wait, high prices, spotty food. Service - well, that can be written off a bad day, who knows. Somebody got up on the wrong side of ugly and I just happen to be on her $#!+ list that morning. Our waitress may actually be a deep, caring person inside. Even though, Blueberry dosen't have anything else going on to make me want to find out.
510 Santa Monica Blvd.
Santa Monica, CA 90401