Haven't seen much about this place on the corner of California and Larkin, and wanted to say that it's a lovely place for brunch.
Not too crowded on a weekend right around lunch time.
Food is good. Not fancy, not refined, just well prepared and reasonably priced. The restaurant itself is
The ginger french toast was the winner. I normally can't eat a whole order of french toast because it's just too much sugar, but I had to really refrain from reaching over and nabbing a whole slice off my friend's plate. The toast was perfectly crisped around all edges, soft and custardy in the center without being soggy or raw, and there were tiny pieces of dried raisins, currants, and candied ginger sprinkled on top. Possibly the best french toast in the city, though I'd have to go back to Dottie's to be sure.
Red Door Cafe looks like a hobbit hole. You have to walk down several stairs to get into the restaurant, which looks like a converted house furnished with old mismatched furniture and a bizarre assortment of old photos and contempary art. It's a worn, comfy look, and the music is mostly 50s diner standards plus some Beach Boys. Very fun, and beautiful on a sunny day like today. The servers, though frazzled, were all incredibly nice (and cute to boot). I love it when servers assertively make up my mind for me when I'm wavering between two dishes, and our server not only decided for me but described why one dish was better than the other. I can't say he was wrong; I loved my dish.