The first place I had tried fried chicken and waffles together was a Western restaurant in Singapore called The Beast.
This time I went to the legendary Roscoe’s Waffles on Sunset and Gower Street in Hollywood.
I don’t remember the name of this combination, but it was tasty. Bereft of nutrition, it was a feast of salt and fat.
The chicken was moist within and crispy on the outside. The waffle was very good, too.
Of course I will return.
Coming back from my parents’ house near San Diego, I took the train back to LA. However I had to wait at the Oceanside station for a while and the nearest place to get food is Burger King.
Chicken flesh formed into baton-like facsimiles of French fries sound delicious in theory, but in practice, they were very salty and the texture was that of highly processed meat.
I’ll never eat them again.
In case there is any doubt, Shakeshack is the best burger chain by far.
Look at that perfect cheeseburger! The delicious beef is perfectly seared, the bun soft and chewy, the cheese melted, the lettuce fresh and green and the tomato slices red and ripe.
The proprietary ShackSauce completes this beautiful sandwich.
The fries are prefect, too.
On the menu at The Whaler, a sandwich shop in Santa Monica, this is listed as Amber’s Fried Chicken Sandwich.
I haven’t been very diligent in blogging, I must admit.
I last went to Santa Monica in late November or early January.
There was orange cheese and pickle slices in the sandwich. It was delicious. The chicken was spicy and crispy and the meAt itself was moist.
I should visit Santa Monica more often.
There is a sushi restaurant and a Veggie Grill right outside the 24 Hour Fitness on Sunset Boulevard.
The Veggie Grill is brightly lit and they have an artisanal soda dispenser. There are often beautiful women dining there too.
The meatballs tasted like turkey meatballs, which is a compliment. They were definitely meaty. The polenta and sauce were both decent. A carnivore would eat this and not suspect that is was vegan.
So that seminar for work I signed up for sent me to the netherworld of Northridge. I suppose there were better, more expensive restaurants, but I didn’t want to spend a lot of money, so I returned to the large, yet mediocre and uninspiring food court of the local mall.
They serve a dipping sauce on the side, so I asked for a creamy garlic flavor. I love grilled cheese sandwiches and I love bacon, but fuck! This sandwich was so salty! Not only could I not finish the sandwich, I only ate two or three fries. I honestly think salt was added to the grilled cheese besides the already saltiness of Cheddar cheese and bacon.
If you happen to visit the Northridge Mall, don’t have high expectations for the mall cuisine served therein.
Part of my job requires me to attend personal development seminars which are held at various middle schools.
This one seminar in particular was hosted at a middle school in Northridge, in the San Fernando Valley. I didn’t bring lunch because it was a Saturday and I’m not bringing a boxed lunch on a Saturday.
When we had a lunch break I headed to the local mall and then to the food court. There weren’t many good options, so I tried the soi-disant Italian kitchen.
The pizza was better than high school cafeteria pizza, but not much better. It was as good as Little Caesar’s pizza, which is to say mediocre. The Greek side salad wasn’t bad at all.