Now, I’m not going to say that the Griddle Cafe is everything that’s wrong with America (that honor goes to Las Vegas).
However, the portions here are perhaps more appropriate for a Stegosaurus than a typically peckish human.
This throwback to the Roman Vomitorium* is known for two things. Big ass lines and big ass pancakes.
It can take forever to get a table.
And the pancakes are as big as blankets (to protect us during these harsh LA winters).
There’s a lot of waste going on.
If I was a homeless person, I would be parking my happy ass outside their dumpster (keeping myself warm, wrapped in sticky leftovers).
This particular morning, I decided to opt for the vastly smaller Peanut Bubba French Toast.
Now, I’m not complaining about the taste here, folks. This was some DAMN good stuff. Crunchy peanut butter crisps to be found througout every bite. What are these heavenly crisps??
Someone should run tests.
The only reason I chose this place was I knew we were to be dining at 8:30 a.m. Anytime past 9 on a weekend and you’re going to be waiting a long time to experience a fullness that could kill about 93% of Africa (from food shock).
Unfortunately, just like the other long-lined LA institution (Pink’s Hot Dog’s)…it really ain’t worth it.
*The definition of Vomitorium is not actually a room in which to evacuate the stomach to make room for more eatin’ but the name for the entrance to your typical Roman Amphitheater.