It’s nice to walk into a restaurant and be pleasantly surprised. As we parked at the Pancake House, I envisioned an older, kinda rundown spot. What we walked into us nothing like that. The inside, was packed with people, mouths full, talking, smiling, and enjoying themselves. The aroma of so many meals, but nothing overpowering. So, now I’ll cut to the chase. Ordered Western Omeltte (ham, 3 cheeses, red and green peppers) and a side
Oh Bruce. I don’t usually use this blog for controversial topics, nor do I want to point fingers at the local establishments. But sometimes, like when it’s felt first hand, I have to put my word out there. Whether heard by 1 or 21 or 2001, I’ve been asked to leave establishments before. Be it too drunk, too loud, too not listening to the much wiser bartender. I get it, there are rules, and I
You know those places you walk into and may not be all thaaaat hungry. Until you see the food. Then you want everything on the menu. Service is good. Friendly, smiling, servers. Customers appear content. Full and smiling. Ordered the burger patty and eggs, my mister ordered the spicy fried chicken sandwich. Prices are reasonable. The food is tasty and filling. Burger patty was cooked perfectly, the potatoes crisp and flavorful. The fried chicken sandwich
You drive by 5 times a week, mention it maybe once every month, trying to remember the last time you went. And it’s that one time you’re driving by and randomly get the urge and shout out..”Sizzzler”??? It’s familiar, it’s homey, it’s not too spicy or too bland. It brings back memories…and stories. Today it’s a salad bar lunch and cheese bread! (Remember the cheese bread)? Our first round included alittle spaghetti with meatballs, carnitas,
Live blogging this morning from a random stop for breakfast. And the first entry into our Pastrami-Rama. (It appears to be a dark horse, but who knows). Spires, on the corner of 223rd and Wilmington, has a small but seemingly regular crowd this morning. Our hostess Lucy sat us almost immediately, with just enough of a smile to make her seem friendly. I ordered the Pastrami Melt (pastrami-rama entry #1). My partner and the keeper
Well, Sunday brunch is always fun. Especially a brunch with bottomless mimosas. I’ll start with the location….Redondo Beach Pier. We asked for a window booth and they sat us with a smile.
It’s a stunning California Wednesday. Stopped for a bite. Eat at Rudy’s, (in Old Town) sitting outside, browsing the specials, one catches my eye quick. The Chicken Enchilada omelette…mmm! And my partner in crime chose the Bacon Cheeseburger with a side of potato salad.
Picture the most amazing buffalo chicken sandwich. Now picture it in slider form. Now picture chicken fried steak, eggs, and home fries….made almost to perfection. This is Hof’s Hut. Been here before a couple times, and was mildly impressed. But this time made up for it.
The South Beverly Grill has a special place in my heart. So going back there always brings back amazing memories. This is where I was proposed to. The spot where he got on one knee, with his mother and brother watching wide eyed, surprised by his impromptu act. Last night we returned for a couple cocktails
I’ll keep this short and to the point, since my mouth is in sandwich heaven and my hands want to reach for another bite. I’ll start with Viola! The sweetest, most friendly and helpful person I’ve ran into in a long time. There was a slight problem with our order and she handled it without batting an eye. Now about the food … OH MY GAWD!! The Torpedo was to die for. Soft bread, the