One of the few reasons I lament not living in Capitol Hill.

This isn’t a complaint at all, just a funny observation, but—without fail—whenever I enter The Globe, everyone inside the restaurant turns around, stops their conversations, and stares at me for half a second, then resume their conversations. The Globe has certainly attracted a very regular, tight-knit community of regulars that I guess the diners expect anyone walking in to be a Norm, so to speak. :)

Also, those biscuits and almond gravy will fill you up for an entire day. Even more so, the tofu scramble.