Enough about the wait. It's Sunday morning--give your Type A compulsions a rest and settle into the brunch pace. Besides, once you get your table you can linger as long as you want over a heavenly breakfast of pillowy waffles and pancakes, succulent sausage, kickin' huevos rancheros, and cinnamon rolls redolent with spice, all served in monstrous portions that'll make you forget you were ever staring at your watch. Or, you might get lucky like we did on our last visit, when a kindhearted waitress took pity on us hungry loiterers and gave us a fruit smoothie she'd mistakenly made for another table. Sharing icy sweet sips from a plastic cup gave good friends a chance to sink into the kind of conversation you can only have when time isn't an issue and good things are definitely on the way.