I can’t promise you that he’ll be there, but look for the tortured writer guy who dresses in the manner of Dickens – not overly, but enough that by this decription you’ll straight away know exactly who I’m talking about. Order the French toast and get the whipped cream. You have no idea how awesome it will be when writer guy waiter comes over to your table and does a portrait, in whipped cream, on your food! Not your portrait, but one of several choices. I picked Rasputin (shrewdly, because I knew the beard meant extra cream!). Also, the benedict and all sorts of food is really yummy Mill Valley fare. A very eclectic unique place worth visiting on your next trip from here to there, or back thereof. Or even if you're not going anywhere.