As you guys know, one of my very favorite aspects of D.C. was the obsession with brunch. Heck, I often felt like brunching on the weekend was my second job. I’m sure other parts of the country could care less about shoving in an extra meal between breakfast and lunch, but I’d been on the east coast for so long that brunch sort of became a staple, especially considering New York City (where I lived prior to moving to D.C.) was equally infatuated with brunch.
Brunching became a habit (unsurprising given most of my favorite things in life center around eating) and I was minorly concerned people would look at me like a nutjob if I mentioned brunch here in San Diego. Sorry I’m not sorry.
Lucky for me, brunch is apparently a thing here too!
Sunday afternoon, my parents and I stopped by The Cottage in La Jolla. This restaurant had been recommended to me by multiple people, both here in San Diego and back east! Before I moved, a D.C. coworker had raved about this place and told me she goes out of her way to stop by and buy their muffins whenever she’s in San Diego on family vacations.
And in case that alone didn’t make me think it was a pretty darn popular place, we were greeted by an over one hour wait for brunch around noon.
I was STARVING, having run seven miles prior to heading out to the restaurant. I’m not the most patient person when hungry, and by the time we got seated, the manager in front of the restaurant told his hostess to seat me before “I killed them all.”
If we hadn’t been too hungry to try and find an alternative restaurant, my parents and I would never have stuck around for such a long wait. Apparently a Clif-Z bar is not sufficient post-long run fuel.
Once we were seated, though, the service was great, and the food even better. Our waiter had the food out ridiculously fast, starting with a fruit plate “appetizer.”
Too bad my family and I attacked it as soon as it hit the table.
I also ordered “Joe’s Special,” aka eggs scrambled with locally made chicken sausage, spinach, onions, and mushrooms, with a side of whole wheat toast.
I practically licked my plate clean. It was a little scary. It didn’t even bother me that I waited 1.5 hours for a meal I could (and have) make in my own kitchen.
And that’s that! I doubt I’ll ever be back on a weekend, but yum – this was a delicious taste of the San Diego brunch scene.
Would you wait an excessive amount of time to try a restaurant? How long’s too long to be worth it?