Judging by the crowds that immediately flocked to the place, the co-owners were right. Waits on the weekend can stretch for an hour, as Capitol Hill denizens pack themselves into the front alcove of the restaurant and sip hangover cures like red beer while they wait for tables to open up.
For this week's review, I fought the jam and ate through a menu of creatively rearranged eggs Benedict, French toast, donut bites and biscuits and gravy, and I sampled a number of morning drinks, too.
How was the food? Find out tomorrow, when the review is posted here.