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| - I have a long history with Willalby's. A friend worked there years ago, and we would gather one morning each week to hang out with him and shoot the shite. In those days, the coffee was battery acid, the soups were 75% salt, and the food was uniformly greasy (much like the grill, I'm guessing).
Then a few years back, one of the old cooks bought the place and gave it a good scrub-down. A simplified, breakfast only menu and a clean grill now means they can serve food that is truly delicious. They serve Just Coffee, which is miles better than the old paint-stripper of yore. They have retained their signature dishes like the Bomlet, which is still too much food for me, and have added the city's best french toast, which is what I usually order. Thick-sliced bread, dipped and drowned in cinnamon butter, oh my god. SO good. The pancakes are HUGE, but are a little on the dense side for my taste, as I like them fluffier. Portions are big, so you won't go hungry, ever, and prices are very reasonable.
It's true, weekend waits can be l-o-n-g, but if you know that in advance and relax, it's worth the wait. If you want a quick in-and-out on a Sunday, maybe try Perkins instead. Weekdays are more normal service. I usually order just eggs, sausage and toast if I'm alone. The waiters run the gamut of quiet, attentive server to "hey we're having a party in here" alt. types. But I've never had a bad or mean server. Sometimes, they just need a little friendly prodding. You just have to grasp the Willy Street vibe, and then it's cool.
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