Taylor Street Coffee Shop

Chels: Another great breakfast place in my and Justin's hood. Taylor Street Coffee Shop is a "Justin find". Meaning that Justin discovered it and bitched at me for weeks to give it a try. Being a Dottie's lover (pour a beer out for the fallen homies) I was not eager to venture away from what I love and try somewhere new. But Justin was persistent, so we went. Similar to Dottie's this place can have a retarded wait. It's super, SUPER small with only 8 or 9 tables and no counter to sit at. So if you time it wrong and come during peak hours you can find yourself standing in this awkward walkway waiting for a table to open up. Granted, the wait isn't anywhere near as painful as Dottie's. But a wait when you're hungry is the longest wait I know. When we woke up this morning we were particularly hungry and hungover. A good greasy spoon breakfast was in order. Now you might ask yourself why we didn't go to our favorite neighborhood diner Pinecrest. Well, to put it bluntly, breakfast at Pinecrest sucks. So Taylor Street Coffee Shop it was. I ordered the Taylor's Hash (minus onions and green peppers) and was more than satisfied with my meal. Great hash browns mixed with mushrooms/cheese/parsley, easily 3 eggs worth of scrambled eggs, and rye toast. Infinite noms and exactly what my sluggish body was craving. And just for good measure, this was topped with a short stack of pancakes. Shut up. Don't judge me, like you're sooooooooo perfect.

Justin: This funny little breakfast spot is wedged between two skyscrapers like an afterthought. It's long and skinny and maybe a little claustrophobic. And yellow. Lots of yellow. I'm down with the classic movie posters everywhere, because who doesn't want to be reminded of Homer Simpson or the Godfather (and his cat) while consuming heaps of breakfast? This time we walked right in and had a table instantly, which is not a guarantee. I had the breakfast croissant combo which hooked it up on bacon and comes with free coffee or tea. Only problem? Mine came way first and poor Chels began to fray around the edges after insisting I start without her. I was still hungry when it was gone but with those extra pancakes Chels had enough to share. For a little place, the service team seems to have their hands full. They were nice and kept the coffee full, but we weren't the only table whose breakfast came out at different times. It's a good choice for health conscious people with lots of alternatives on the menu. It's also literally too small to fit a deep fryer, so fries and their crispy comrades are not on the menu. I would recommended this place if you're looking for a hole in the wall that nobody knows about with some no nonsense breakfast. RIP Dottie's. You will be missed. Your absurdly long lines, however, will not. Don't worry Dottie's fans: the new SOMA location will open soon and we'll probably be standing in the rain with the rest of the rabble.