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| - I was worried that our waitress was going to keel over on her way back with my eggs & bacon, the little old ladies that serve up your plates of alcohol sop are the counterparts of SF's Tadich Grill. All bent over & should be retired somewhere like Florida, not serving up drunks. Especially nice is when you first walk in and are bombarded with a display of pie, that kills me right there, because I am a sucker for it! Then I'm sitting in my booth, head throbbing, words on the menu seem to all formulate one word p-i-e. But then I remember it's one of those places, you don't need to read the menu "eggs, bacon, yes, over easy, rye, yes, thanks'. Good proximity to Spitfire for late night, or morning after...
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