after a night of dancing saturday night, we went to the house of pies and i have to confess, i had bacon & eggs. there's just something so satisfying about greasy breakfast grub, with a side of coffee and conversation, at 2 in the morning. bacon verdict? delish.
3:16 PM | 0 comments

these photos just in from one mr. gregory perez. (thanks greg!) "we sat in the living room, sucking down this grease," he said, telling me about his weekend brunch experience. apparently, i am inspiring millions to do the same. be very afraid. you're next.
3:30 PM | 0 comments

when i lived and worked in portland, we went to brunch every weekend. it was ritual. no matter what we did or how late we were up the night before we'd roll out of bed 'round noon and trod on over to one of several fine brunch establishments.

this has nothing to do with bacon. this was before my obsession with bacon.

i just remember how wonderful it was to sit at a restaurant with my dearest friends, have some coffee and pancakes and whatever else we felt like, and just relax. that's what brunch is about, my friends. it's not the food alone nor is it simply the time of day. it's about wasting a day away, except it's not a waste at all. it's therapy and luxury and finery. it's fabulous, darling, and i urge you all to try it this weekend and let me know how it goes.
9:42 AM | 0 comments

chicken. and waffles. for dinner.

it's not bacon, but it satisfies that same kind of craving -- the longing for some crispy, salty, greasy goodness. and darlin', roscoe's is more than satisfying. i order The Carol -- a waffle and chicken breast -- along with a tall glass of lemonade. she orders the same thing, with a coke. all conversation stops when it comes to the table. we're too busy cutting off waffle squares and tearing off fried chicken to even bother.
5:21 PM | 0 comments

oh, there really is no place like home, which is still one of my favorite brunch places, i must say. quintessential LA, according to my out-of-town guests, and maybe they're right. on a sunday morning, it's where you want to be (but get there before noon, to avoid the hungover hipsters), beside the trickling fountain, beneath the shade of a tree, in the corner of the outdoor patio.

and naturally, i highly recommend the bacon and the breakfast potatoes. tasty, both of them. the french toast wasn't so bad, either.
1:53 PM | 0 comments