Few things inspire stronger feelings in San Franciscans than brunch. Some love nothing more than spending a lazy weekend morning facedown in a plate of eggs Benedict. Others would rather kiss a sea lion than wait an hour in line for overpriced mimosas while battling a hangover from the night before.
Typically, I belong to the second camp. Just give me a to-go breakfast sandwich and spare me the booze-soaked chaos. But one particular brunch restaurant is so ingrained in San Francisco’s DNA that brunch person or not, you have to try it at least once.