Sabrina's Café
I can name, off the top of my head, ten amazing restaurants in Philadelphia where there is never a line for brunch. So why people constantly flock to Sabrina’s, I’m clueless. Sure, it’s good. It’s very good. When I went recently, I had pumpkin pancakes decked with fresh berries. Hell, it was divine. But we waited AN HOUR AND A HALF to get a table. I could have watched a quasi-amusing Will Ferrell comedy in that time period. Or at the very least I could have done something more interesting than putting most of my weight on one leg for five minutes, then switching to the other leg when those five minutes were up. But hey. Maybe your dominatrix cancelled on you this week, and you’re desperate for someone to make you wait and grovel. And in that case, I’d wholeheartedly recommend Sabrina’s. Your dominatrix probably doesn’t give you very good pancakes anyway.
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