A few thoughts on breakfast.

Jimmy's of Fells Point.

There are joints, dives, dumps, and then there's this place. I could get past the rude service, crowds, dirty surroundings and the inexplicably long lines of people waiting to get in if the wait were worth it. It isn't. I've actually been back several times...I go, don't like it, then read raves of people who love it, and think that maybe I just don't get it. I've finally figured it out; it's not that I don't get it, it's that I ain't buying it. At least they don't bring the coffee pot around that often...what they're pouring isn't worth drinking anyways. And since it's cheap, you won't feel like you've been all that ripped off. Basically this is the Emperor's New Clothes of breakfast places...except no one has stood on the tables to tell the place the Emperor is buck naked. Yet.