Dottie's True blue café

"Making your way in the world today takes everything you've got. 
Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot. 
Wouldn't you like to get away? 
Sometimes you want to go 
Where no Juan knows your name..."[1] 

(Still no official web-site any longer. As can be seen in the above photo, sadly, Dottie's True blue café is officially for sale.)


Place: Dottie's True blue café
Location: 28 Sixth Street (on the corner of Stevenson Street, which is a little alley about halfway between Market and Mission Streets); 
phonicular contact: (415) 885-2767
Hours: open for breakfast Thursday through Monday at 7:30am
Meal: Black Bean Cakes and Eggs any style ~ topped with sour cream and pico de gallo, served with grilled chili-cheddar corn bread (which they have as two separate words, but I would normally write as oneword) and home fries (again, they have this as two words; whereas, I will normally stylise it as oneword, too), and jalapeño jelly; and a cuppa Coffee (and one-and-a-half refillas)

(There really is no reason for today's EweToobular song; I just like Rickie Lee Jones. She does mention "September" in the lyrics, so you can take that as a juxtaselection if you like.)


Sometimes it just doesn't pay to get up early and be first in line. I had arrived at Dottie's True blue café (see previous 'blog-entry from June 13th, 2015) about twenty minutes before they were due to open and no one else was waiting in line (if there is no line, I suppose you can't really say "no one else was waiting in line") yet. While I was standing at the closed gates looking over this weekend's fresh-baked goods selection (which they have on a large blackboard inside the entrance-way), one of the indigenous populace decided to start yelling at and berating me (for reasons her own drug-addled mind may have known) and even hit me with her sunglasses. She then threatened to hit me with her 24oz can o' Colt 45 (I knew there was little chance of her doing that and risk spilling her breakfast, though). The commotion brought a few of Dottie's employees to the door and Kurt ended up shooing the poor, crazy lady away. (Well, Kurt didn't refer to her as a "lady", but you get the idea.)

As for that list of fresh-baked goods this weekend, there were several good ideas (as always): Prohibition Whiskey Blueberry Crumb Cake (I think that poor street-lady may have partaken of half of that name already this morning); Miss Dottie's Cinnamon Streusel[2] Coffee Cake; 1919 Rum Runner Coconut Rum Bread Pudding (again, I think my friendly street-lady may have squeezed out some drops of that Rum for herself); 1929 Bronze Goddess-Banana Rum Caramel Sweet Roll; Raspberry Cream Cheese Muffin; Miss Dottie's Peach Blueberry Crumb Cake; Pear Cinnamon Roll; as well as several other choices.

I have had the Black Bean Cakes many times over the years. This is one of my favourites at Dottie's. I like to explain to people that these are something like a vegetarian version of a sausage patty (if the dead, decaying porky stuff were substituted with black beans and rice, I suppose). I styled my two eggs as over-medium. 

As I have stated many times before, Dottie's has a pretty decent condimentary supplementational selection. This always saves me the trouble of having to schlep any of my own bottles with me. I used a good amount of their Tabasco® Brand Chipotle Pepper Sauce on the homefries and a little Frank's® RedHot® Chile 'n Lime™ on top (well, if these were "over"-medium, I suppose this would be "on bottom") of both eggs.

Dottie's. Come for the food, stay for the street-show...


Glen Bacon Scale Rating: Black Bean Cakes and Eggs any style ~ 6.9; grilled chili-cheddar corn bread with jalapeño jelly ~ 7.2


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1. Many years ago, when I was stationed in Athens (the one in Greece, not the much more famous one in Ohio) with the Air Force (the U.S. Air Force, not the Greek Air Force ~ they were right next door to us, though), there was a guy doing his yearly Reservist Active Duty tour (I think he was there for two months in the summer) at our squadron. For some reason, he would call me "Scotty". I corrected him the first few times, but after he kept calling me "Scotty", I just let it go. One time a friend of mine (Hey, Jordan!) overheard him calling me "Scotty" and asked me what that was all about. I explained it as, "It's just easier this way, and I knew he was talking to me."

I presented that corn-ball story for a somewhat explanation of the stupid Cheers theme song paraphrase. Here is a recreation of a conversation I had with my waiter-server guy this morning after I had finished breakfast:

Me: Where is Juan this morning?
Waiter-server guy: Who?
M: "Juan". He's worked at Dottie's since it was still back on Jones Street.
W-sg: Oh, you mean "José". He's off until 9:00am today.
M: His name is "José"? I have always greeted him as "Juan" and he's never corrected me. Oops!

I guess José figured, "It's just easier this way, and I knew el gringo estúpido was talking to me."

2. Stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer of the day:

"Streusel" is German meaning "something scattered or sprinkled", it comes from the verb "streuen" ("to scatter/sprinkle/spread"). The English word "strew" is a cognate.

I suppose you could say that my street-companion this morning was a bit "Streuen-Gehirn".