It seems in Seattle now if you’re not waiting for a table in a restaurant on the weekends (and sometimes weekdays) that place isn’t going to be that great. I live in the neighborhood of Molly Moon and on these days after dinner, the line will go up the block and around the corner, as if it’s everyone’s last day on earth and there will be no more ice cream tomorrow. Regardless of how good the food is supposed to be, 3 hours is just insane. Not sure I would’ve waited. (PS: The lines are what’s keeping me back from going to Walrus & Carpenter.)