Count on a line out the door on weekends at this thoroughly unpretentious breakfast-and-lunch gathering spot, where the staff learns your name within a couple of visits. We like grabbing a stool at the counter (no long wait for those spots) to sip freshly squeezed OJ and watch the cooks as they whip up dozens of dishes at a time with unimaginable precision. At breakfast, we lean hard into the Monte Cristo sandwich, made with layers of brioche, bacon, Tasso ham, a fried egg, and Swiss cheese, cooked French toast-style, dusted with powdered sugar, and served with chipotle-raspberry jam. The waffle snob in our group declares that the thick yet fluffy Texas-shaped version here, punctuated with fresh blueberries, is the best in town. At lunch, we gravitate toward meatloaf fashioned from ground beef and pork wrapped in bacon and blanketed with brown gravy (made with Shiner Bock). It comes with gigantic flaky onion rings and buttermilk biscuits on the side. When we need a plate of comfort, we show up on Tuesday, when the lunch special is chicken potpie.