Andrew C.
Yelp
It's incredibly sad-- every time Emory opens up a "local" restaurant on campus, the same thing happens. At first, lines are long,the food is good (albeit somewhat pricey, but hey you're paying for it with Dooley Dollars). However, after the first couple months the quality begins to slip.
At Highland, at first it was a varying amounts of Hollandaise on the benedict. Maybe a couple potatoes were burnt now and then. But slowly but surely, things are getting worse. You try to deny it-- "no, Highland is the best place to eat on campus!". That stays true, but it's increasingly a testament to how crappy on-campus dining than a particular location's excellence.
As I type this review, I'm munching on a chicken benedict. Potatoes are okay (portion is small). The benedict, however, is a mess. The yolk is almost wholly cooked, and is about runny as an old bottle of glue. There's only the barest smear on Hollandaise sauce on top (thanks for saving my arteries, I guess). Finally, the pieces of fried chicken are so small that even Tiny Tim would be cry.
But to end on a good note, let me share my fondest (first) memory of Highland. It was around the time the placer first opened up, which conveniently coincided with the Snowpacalyse. With classes canceled, I and a couple friends trudged across campus to Highland for the first time. It was warm and welcoming, not completely packed, but quite a few degrees above busting. I had the crab cake benedict (again, Dooley Dollars) and a soup. At the time, the eggs were poached to perfection. They practically quivered, and the slighest touch burst them, allowing the yolk to flow forth and play counterpoint to the generous serving of Hollandaise (if you haven't noticed by now, I like Hollandaise).
Highland was once good. Hopefully, it can be good again.