There's always a long wait here but you'll fit right in on a Sunday morning jumping out of your Escalade or Mercedes, geared up in full lulu lemon, running up to the hostess stand to put your name on the list as your boyfriend parks and then you both stand outside starving for an hour, waiting for your name to be called. I swear I witnessed this exact scenario about 10 times in a row. But then after standing there for about a half hour, I looked down and realized I was one of them. Damn.
Oh well, the food is obviously decent, (it's really hard to mess up breakfast after all) but the people watching is even better. My favorite are the walk of shamers, stumbling across the street in last night's sexy outfit, high heels and smeared makeup only to turn back around after interpreting the situation and the wait time. Sometimes you just need food, I get it. I just happened to have time to get somewhat dressed.