I'm a firm believer that one of the most important components of a great breakfast place is a line. My favorite spots, whether they're greasy spoons or upscale bruncheries, all feature a lengthy queue of people waiting to get in. I remember lining up early in San Francisco's Tenderloin to eat at a place called Dottie's True Blue Café and thinking that the breakfast that followed was worth at least double the hour and a half I spent fending off panhandlers on the street. Looking back, I can't be certain if the chili cornbread with homemade raspberry jam or the apple-fennel sausage scramble really was that good, or if the wait just made it taste that much better.
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