Mrs. Olson’s Coffee Hut
117 Los Altos
Hollywood Beach
at Channel Islands Harbor
985-9151

$5.95 – $14.95

It’s Sunday morning and I can hear a household of tummies grumbling. I am feeling a little too lazy today to fry up some eggs and toast, so the next best plan: Mrs. Olson’s Coffee Hut in Hollywood Beach.

Now, I hate to be the bearer of bad news for Mrs. Olson’s regulars, but I had to do it. This breakfast nook nestled quaintly in a commercial complex just a few steps from the beach is my favorite breakfast eatery in the county, no offense to other restaurants. I can only assume after my glowing review that the 45-minute wait might be extended a bit.

Sunday morning, my boyfriend, my son and I rolled out of bed and hustled into the car to Mrs. Olson’s. Upon arrival, we saw about two dozen people outside eagerly waiting to be seated. Now most hunger-driven people would have opted for another fine breakfast eatery, but anyone who knows Mrs. Olson’s knows it’s worth the wait.

We wrote down our name on the list, then walked over to a little gift shop across the way. Once we covered every nook and cranny of the shop, we took our spots on the bench outside the eatery. The line seemed to move fast, but, of course, while waiting, it took forever, and once seated, it didn’t feel like it was all that long.

Our waitress, a woman I have known for years who also has an eye for fashionable belts (I bought two from her, which she had bought from a Southern California designer) greeted us with smile and prompt service. As always, every customer is given a glass of water. We each ordered a tall glass of orange juice, and my boyfriend a cup of coffee to get the morning off to a good start.

Within a few short moments, our drinks had arrived and our waitress had already asked us twice if we were ready to order, only because all of us were too busy chatting to make up our minds. She walked away with a smile on her face, telling us not to worry, she would be back.

Once you have gone Mexican, you won’t go back? My favorite: A dish called chilaquiles. A dish comprising of scrambled eggs with corn tortilla chips, sautéed bell peppers and onions in a chicken-based sauce topped with Jack cheese, sour cream and green onions. I ordered two half-orders of the potatoes and refried beans. One thing to remember is that Mrs. Olson’s has some of the best salsa/pico de gallo. It essentially makes the meal, so order one extra helping if you have never tried it before.

My boyfriend ordered the corned beef hash and eggs with potatoes and an English muffin. My son: pancakes with warm blueberries and maple syrup.

OK. So now, it is commonplace for Americans to order more than they should: My eyes were a lot bigger than my stomach. But I didn’t care.

Once you see the gi-normous portion of food before you, one would think you would be a glutton. And they might be right, but oh! It is so worth it!

If you have never had chilaquiles, then I suggest you do so. If you love chips and salsa, and you have an affinity for eggs and cheese, you can’t go wrong. The chips stay crisp, despite being doused in their special chicken sauce, sour cream and salsa. The eggs are moist and easy to eat, unlike those scrambled eggs that taste and feel like rubber. These are perfect!

The hash was pretty good, too, although I prefer my hash to be cooked in the middle of the wilderness on a camping adventure. But Mrs. Olson’s simply can’t give me EVERY thing I want.

My son scarfed down the pancakes and made sure that every blueberry was accounted for — in his tummy. Plates cleared, the bill was delivered promptly and payment was executed in the same fashion.

And just like that, it was all over. Like a time warp of sorts, the long wait, the prompt service and then thrust back into the real world. I look forward to another long wait at Mrs. Olson’s. And I am certain you won’t be disappointed. For those of you who can’t stand wasting time in line, they have take-out!