I'm not an impatient person, but still...
After hearing the raves for Dottie's, DW and I decided to try it for a weekend breakfast. The first time out, we saw the line and figured it wouldn't fit with our schedule, so we went someplace else.
The second time, we knew there'd be a line, but queued up with the expectation that it might, uh, move. After 20 minutes, that didn't happen. At all. Once again, given other obligations, we left in search of another breakfast.
Third time's a charm, right? With no constraints on our schedule, we lined up and were informed that it was about 40 minutes to get a seat. As we stood on the sidewalk, people kept coming out and telling us that it was worth the wait. Right.
TWO HOURS later, we were finally seated. The food wasn't bad. But it certainly didn't live up to the heightened expectations. The black bean cakes were tasty, but they weren't an epiphany. The eggs were cooked properly. Wow, that's tough. And there was plenty of fruit in the fruit salad, which might have been slightly better than you'd find at the grocery store. Quick, stop the presses.
Fact is, Dottie's is the home of the lemming breakfast. Follow the crowd and don't ask any questions. If everybody else is willing to wait indefinitely, you should be too.
There's no doubt that the food is pretty good, but it ain't that great. If you can walk in and get a table, go for it. Otherwise, the hype has far outstripped what they're putting on the plate.