My last meal at Mama’s was in 2004, but it’s not due to a dip in interest. On the contrary. I’ve made repeated attempts to eat at the reigning queen of Bay Area breakfast joints, but it all comes down to one factor: timing. On weekends, if you don’t join the line a half-hour before the 8 AM opening, you’re out of the initial seating and out of luck. This time, we wouldn’t be denied.
Frances “Mama” Sanchez opened her scintillating restaurant in 1951 on the northeast corner of Washington Square. Now Debra Sanchez runs the restaurant with husband Michael, the skilled grill man, head baker and Mama’s son.
Once you’re granted the privilege of passing through the front door, you’re paraded past the sizzling grill and bustling prep counter, where you’ll see bowls of garden fresh vegetables and lump crab meat, and stacks of jaw-dropping coffee cakes. By the time you reach the register to place your order, a table should be ready, and your stomach should be churning.
Mama’s also produces buttermilk pancakes, fluffy omelettes and Benedict that utilizes that pulled crab meat.
In case you need an added jolt, each table hosts a container of homemade olallieberry jam, which is terrific on just about anything.
Mama’s was well worth the half-hour wait for what remains San Francisco’s best breakfast. During the week, customers have to contend with fewer tourists, so it’s an even better time to visit.
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