How long would you be willing to wait for breakfast? In San Francisco’s gritty Tenderloin District, to be exact? I only ask because Dottie’s True Blue, located in said area, is my personal record at just over an hour. (By the way, there’s no such wait time if you’re looking for something stronger than coffee in the Tenderloin, as evidenced by the string of people coming and going from the nearby hotel–say what you will about drug dealers, but some of them run an efficient operation. Credit where credit is due.)
But yeah. Dottie’s is worth it. Whiskey-fennel-sausage-worth-it. Grilled-cornbread-and-jalapeno-jelly-worth-it. Don’t even get me started on the baked goods I’m always compelled to grab to go: blueberry whiskey crumb cake, sweet potato pop tarts, rocky road bars…
Oh, and their standard toast bread? Buttermilk dill. It’s incredible. Recently, the planets aligned perfectly, and I had both leftover buttermilk and a bunch of fresh dill. I’m sure I’ll make it back to Dottie’s this summer, but meanwhile, let’s make some biscuits.
