My husband measures the quality of a restaurant by the line of people waiting to get in. His belief is that if people are willing to wait in line for food (on top of waiting for the food to be ordered, prepared, and served), then it has to be really, really, really good. When we waiting for the early morning British Columbia Ferry from Victoria to Vancouver, we made a pit-stop for gas in Sidney and since we had time to spare before the scheduled ferry departure, we decided to take a leisurely stroll around the quaint little town. Although, the streets were nearly empty, but we noticed a collection of locals in front of a cramped yet boisterous restaurant named Third Street Cafe. Since we had not had breakfast yet, my husband decided to wait in line with the other eager patrons and "get our early morning grub on." As we waited in line, we observed the locals passionately discussing the ongoing hockey playoffs and admired the peaceful surrounding streets and scenery, which literally looked like it came from a Norman Rockwell illustration.
After we were seated, my husband ordered eggs benedict with "Canadian bacon" and since I was recovering from a stomach bug and keeping away from hollandaise sauce, I ordered the house-special omelet with cheese, mushrooms, turkey sausage, and "Canadian bacon." The omelet came with their fluffy breakfast potatoes, and toasted and buttered pumpernickel rye bread. (In case you are wondering, yes, as typical American tourists, we classify "Canadian bacon" and "Canada Dry" as Canadian food.)
I am happy to say that the breakfast was hearty, filling, and more than satisfying. The warm and crackly-crusted bread boasted a perfect ratio of moistening butter and the eggs were fluffy and well-seasoned. The potatoes were also cooked to perfection, with a light pan crust and a warm and silky interior.
As I polished off my breakfast, I reflected on my husband's selection of the restaurant. I realized that I had to agree with him: if there is a line, yes, it usually is worth the wait.
I totally agree with your husband! The lines outside a restaurant is definitely an indication of how "good" a restaurant is. The food may not be stellar but it would certainly be one which I know I would leave feeling satisfied. This looks like a great find!
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You were in my neck of the woods?!?!?!
ReplyDeleteWhoa.... I love those photos PE! And I'm so glad that you're posting again.
ReplyDeleteoh YUM. i'm craving a good breakfast plate now. i agree w/ the long-line theory :)
ReplyDeleteLOL, do they really call it "Canadian bacon" or is it just "bacon" when you order it there? :) I agree, lines is a good sign, unless maybe it's just cheap. But these photos make it look like the quality is there. Love Vancouver!
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ReplyDeletePE, whenever I see a line out the door, I feel compelled to get in line too! It really is a good indication of what's going on inside. Both dishes look and sound scrumptious, especially that well dressed eggs benny! Did you guys get to try a japadog?
ReplyDeleteI agree, as well! If there's a long line, you know it HAS to be good!
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ReplyDeleteI love those photos! Looks delicious.
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