Wow.

I’ve eaten out 110 times since I started this in May. That’s over 25 times a month. I suddenly feel very full.

Shockingly, I haven’t gotten fat! (yet)

I began writing this bloggity blog for fun. To lubricate my writing skills, to proclaim my love for food and restaurants, and to give me something to do.

Now, I feel guilty if I don’t post every single day.

My fingers and my esophageal tube are exhausted.

At least if I ever get food poisoning, I can easily trace my steps and see what hath offended thee. I mean, me.

On a different note:

The Waffle.

Great name. It says Breakfast. It says Bad For You. It says Hangover Cure.

We took our friend C.K. here for his birthday, who was still quite drunk from the night before. As he stumbled through the entrance, we immediately noticed the forced 70’s Brady Bunch decor.

I dug it, lots of browns and oranges and tables sticky with syrup. Waffles and the 70’s make great bossom buddies.

This place has every type of waffle. Every waffle your heart could and should desire.

Here’s what I ate. Pictured at the top, the Sticky Bun Waffle.

The best g-d thing on the menu.

Directly from the website:

Brown sugar waffle, cinnamon, raisins, walnuts, served with a Maple brown sugar cinnamon glaze

Even after I finished the concoction pictured below, which was still quite good and should have amply filled my stomach, I kept picking at the SB Waffle.

I would not rest until it was completely, utterly gone.

(This jalapeno cornbread waffle with fried chicken and greens and just a hint of gravy was also very nice.)

Thanks L.K. for breakfast. She paid for Mr. Perpetual Birthday and myself. I dogsit for her. It’s the least she can do.

Wait a second..I dogsit for everyone. Why am I so damn reliable?

6255 W Sunset Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90028
(323) 465-6901
www.thewaffle.us