not worth the wait.. the only redeeming aspect of this utterly disappointing experience was the bloody mary that served to calm my nerves after waiting 20 min in the july sun only to be greeted by an obviously discontented and abrupt host. once seated it became apparent that our waitress was also less than enthused to be at work that day. her vapid air and forced smiles were a clear indication that she had yet to find her calling. had i been an eighteen year old boy i may have been able to overlook such a glaring lack of interpersonal skill and been instead entertained at watching her clean tables while her ill fitting shorts rode up to reveal even more of her ass cheeks. still, i maintained hope that the food would be worthy of the overwhelmingly positive reviews. alas fellow reviewers, i've never felt so mislead. i ordered the "annapolis eggs" which described a typical eggs benedict with a particularly sumptuous hollandaise sauce, grilled asparagus spears, and of course, to justify the annapolis portion of the title, lump crab meat. i usually experience the heart dropping disappointment of a culinary disaster after my first bite of whatever i was hoping to enjoy. yet the let down of this meal was instantaneous upon seeing the two pathetic shriveled asparagus spears thrown on top of two unusually small eggs which were resting on some pale, dried out tomato slices that look liked they were fished out of the bottom of a subway bin. after the initial wave of nausea passed at seeing such aged produce on my plate, it occurred to me that the "lump" crab was merely a sprinkle of a few shreds of meat that looked to serve more as garnish than actual ingredients. my initial reaction was to reject it outright before ass cheeks mcgee could flee to the kitchen but i felt obligated to try it anyway if only to be validated in asking for my money back. the first and only bite was just that validation. the eggs; overcooked. the sauce; over salted. the tomato; eeeww. and the fine people at thomas' weregoodenough to see that the english muffin was eatable. so there i sat with this thirteen dollar pile of inadequacy on a plate staring back at me for fifteen minutes while i drained my bloody mary with intent and waited for waitress to grace us once again with her limited attention. she did offer me her condolences when i expressed my disappointment but it did nothing to salvage the sad experience of this overrated, unfulfilling boatyard blah. the whole thing sent me running back to chick and ruths for what is truly a delicious eggs benedict bursting with baked jumbo lump crab cake and flowing with a delicate yet flavorful hollandaise.