If I lived back on Capitol Hill, I doubt I would go anywhere else for weekend breakfast than Cafe Presse. Unfortunately for me, many other diners feel this way. Cafe Presse does really well handling this crowd, however. I never have waited longer than 15 minutes and since it's prime people watching (though somewhat lacking in variety - it IS Capitol Hill after all - standard uniform of arm sleeves, skinny jeans, TOMS, and greasy-chic hair), it's never felt like too tedious a wait. Not to mention their AWESOME magazine rack in the front really helps you swallow the wait time.
I have never been for anything other than breakfast, but I've always loved what I ordered. I typically stick with the eggs broiled with ham and Gruyère, but have occasionally ordered the croque madame. Joel recently tried some interesting trout dish that was a bit off-putting at first, but what ended up being delicious after a few bites).
Bloody Mary - num.
Coffee - num.
Baguette and jams - num.
It's perfect food snobbery at its non-pretentious finest.
Eat here every day, for every meal, si possible.
The Secret Snob