We went to the Dorset Inn for breakfast and were greeted by...nobody...for a while. Then we poked our head into the kitchen and were directed to sit somewhere in the dining room. Oh wait, not that table though, or that one. When we finally sat at an approved table the waitress just seemed less than thrilled to be there and couldn't manage to crack a smile. That being said, my corned beef hash with poached eggs and hollandaise was really good and everyone else at the table seemed content with their breakfast too. Would I have liked another cup of coffee at some point? Yes. Maybe I should have just gone and got it from the kitchen like I watched a few other guests do. Perhaps by the time you try the Dorset Inn for breakfast they'll have found a few more, slightly cheerier am staff. Until then, the door to the kitchen I'd just over there to the left.