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…I was fortunate enough to eat at the Griddle Cafe.

If you don’t know what the Griddle is, all you need to know is that they make a lot of food that looks like this:

In all seriousness, in the past we’ve waited well over an hour for a table. But last week we were invited to the “Holiday Media Breakfast for Dinner” sponsored by the Griddle itself and Java Monster.

The meal was definitely one of the best freebies I’ve ever received.

Not only were we treated to pancakes, French toast, and coffee-flavored energy drinks, but we were also given complimentary glasses of champagne. A few of them, actually. Okay, a lot of them.

We even got to try out their red velvet pancakes (which are also available as a mix on their website). Oh, man… it was the best, Jerry! The best!

Located on Sunset Boulevard, the Griddle is easily one of our favorite spots in the city, especially when people are in visiting from out of town. Our pitch is simple: “It’s worth the wait.” I don’t think we’ve taken anyone there who would disagree.

So the next time you find yourself hungry in Los Angeles, be sure to hit up the Griddle. You’ll be glad you did.

Mixing breakfast and booze,

-Shady

I’ve said it before, and I’m pretty sure it will be awhile before I stop saying it, but L.A. is a pretty weird little town.

A group of us went out for breakfast this past Saturday at one of our favorite spots: The Griddle Cafe.

For those of you who don’t know, The Griddle is located on Sunset Boulevard just west of Fairfax, and it’s right next door to the Directors Guild of America.

After failing miserably at finishing off our gigantic meals, we headed for the car. We were parked just around the corner from the Guild and, just as we were walking by, an event that was being held there began to let out.

An older guy crossed in front of us heading for his waiting car; my girlfriend paused, looked at him, and said: “I think that’s Gus Van Sant.”

I have to be honest, I had no clue what the “Milk” director looked like, so I took her word for it.

“Oh. Cool.”

We walked up twenty feet and turned the corner; there, walking toward us, was Danny Boyle.

Unlike Van Sant, I recognized the “Slumdog Millionaire” director, but Kathy still beat me to the punch.

“And… Danny Boyle?”

We continued past him just as someone was starting up the standard “I love your work” conversation.

And then, just as we were about to cross the exit of the Guild’s parking structure, Ron Howard almost ran us over with his BMW.

Okay, I admit that I’m being melodramatic. The Guild did have a guy out on the sidewalk stopping pedestrians, so Richie Cunningham didn’t exactly run us over; still, he did drive right by us.

“Ron Howard?” I babbled incredulously while pointing at the director of “Frost/Nixon.”

Since moving out here three months ago, Kathy and I have seen a few celebrities out and about; but this director triumvirate made both of us pause for a second and realize, “Whoa. We live here.”

I can’t wait to run into Tarantino at Tito’s Tacos.

The only thing better than a Tito’s Taco is two,

-Shady

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