It's only obvious enough that while in Portland, you must do as the Portlanonianins or whatever they call themselves?
I was honestly a little adverse to trying Stepping Stone since I read so many 'mediocre' food reviews, and complaints upon the wait staff.
Well, they were pretty much all wrong -- at least, completely so compared to my experience.
We got to the cafe, wrote our name on the list, and proceeded to wait. Once our name was called, we were sat in a back room and our very friendly waiter showed up with some water and silverware.
After a few minutes of perusing the menu, we ordered and bombarded the waiter with an attack of questions, all of which he was happy to answer.
We decided upon the Smother B.A., the eggs benedict, the cinnamon bun french toast, and one bluberry mancake.
We had to go with at least one mancake -- my justification is this. I'm a man. I love being a man. I love cake. Therefor, based on all the math courses I've taken: love of being a man + love of cake = love of mancake!
The food all came out in a reasonable amount of time and all was very good.
The staff was really good at refilling my water glass, which since you don't know me, I need to let you know I put camels to shame and drain my glass the moment its refilled.
I'd definitely suggest checking out Stepping Stone Cafe!