A-Waffling We Will Go

Which came first the chicken or the waffle?

On Sunday afternoon they arrived together... on my plate. But neither remained for long.

Jeff inquired through the miracle of cellular telegram whether I would be interested in getting Roscoe's for a late lunch. His question was most likely rhetorical, but I assured him nonetheless that I was indeed interested. For those unaware, Roscoe's Chicken & Waffles is an LA southern style eatery specializing in , you guessed it, chicken and waffles. They are, in a word, the best thing you'll ever eat.*

*In this case, we briefly suspend the principle of identity and let a word equal six.

I drove down to meet Jeff and Allison (sorry you missed it, Rita, but I'm told Paris ain't so bad) and carpool to Long Beach. Jeff and I had to discuss some nerd stuff first and figure out what street it was on, but soon enough we were off.

First (and Cooler) of the Two Bridges To Long Beach

Good thing we checked the address so we could make sure to miss the turn anyway. But in our defense there was a Z4 beside us with a tin superman emblem taped over his side air scoop. You can imagine how distracting that could be. As luck would have it, navigational error was our friend that day, bringing us past this amusing pizza place and, likely, geek magnet.

Considering Sunday was the 15th, I'm sure that corner was exponentially busier the day previous.

The wait at Roscoe's was a not unexpected 45-60 minutes, but well worth it. We did make up some time since none but a glance was needed towards the general direction of a menu. Scoe's Specials, dry, all around. Allie did get hers "dark" for reasons beyond my grasp. But perhaps I am mistaken in second guessing her since she was, in fact, the only one to finish her plate. Well done, Allie.

Clockwise from top left: Jeff confirms the obvious (Scoe's Special); Food+Allie=Happy; Jeff throws in the napkin, er, towel; Allie deliciously victorious; Scoe's Special "white"

Which leads to the story of a seemingly paradoxical exit of the premises. Jeff, strangely enough, was unable to fit - literally - back into the car as it was parked (Maybe more greens less waffle next time, Jeff?) so Allie had to pull forward from the space to give his inflated lower torso room to maneuver. (To be fair, there was no way I was making it into that side either.)

Utility boxes, downtown Long Beach

I'm guessing the lack of blood flow to the brain was the reason we took such a boneheaded way home, but it wasn't a total loss as we did get to see the blimp. What's the opposite of foreshadowing?


Watching - Watchmen. Matt is coming over after work on Tuesdays now to spend some quality guy time, and not in any way to avoid watching American Idol with the wife and company. Saw it last night. Matt liked it. I wasn't digging it. Nearly 3 hours long. And felt like it. And well, yeah, there's that other thing too. Who will watch the Watchmen? Me thinks not as many as the producers hope.

Reading - Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson

Listening - Dust Bowl Ballads, Woody Guthrie. Recorded in the early 40's, but surprisingly current.

Drinking - Avery Collaboration (Not Litigation) Ale, Batch #2.