I heard the food was awesome, a point that was confirmed by a older gentleman just finishing his breakfast. He warned that the service would be slow, but it would be worth the wait. I had nowhere to be for hours and looked forward to a lazy morning.
Then the proprietor emerged from the kitchen, a stern-looking fellow with thick white hair and a mustache. He sized me up and asked, "Yeah, can I help you?"
I knew from reading other reviews of this joint that I was in for something strange. I wanted to experience this.
I said, "I'm just one. Can I sit anywhere?"
His response? "I'm alone here. You better go someplace else."
I smiled. I wanted to laugh, but I feared he might not react kindly to that. So I left and went to Hanlon's down the street. I'll try again next time. Getting kicked out is half the fun.