it's pretty amazing.
after our crazy day of traveling (if i gather enough strength to write about it, i'll post it), we found ourselves hungry, exhausted, fed up with the world, crossed our hearts 3 times vowing to never fly again, and decided to eat before driving home from long beach.
aaron insisted we try rosco's chicken and waffles.
i've wanted to try it for a long time, but never got around to it.
it's located in a very, ahem, authentic neighborhood. we even drove past snoop dogg's high school. he was a jack rabbit in those days.
we both ordered the 1/4 fried chicken and waffle combo. behold.
note the orangey neon glow. it's not my camera. it's the inside of the restaurant.
i hear the fried chicken was delicious. i think i remember it faintly. but, once i put a piece of waffle in my mouth, it was all over. three thoughts instantly crossed my mind:
1. how much of this can i shovel in before i am too full to breathe?
2. why haven't i tasted a waffle like this ever before?
3. great. now that i've tasted this gloriousness i'll never enjoy a waffle again. dang.
i'm not kidding, kids. no words fit. the waffles are good, but there is something about that syrup. butter and cinnamon were distinct flavors. it was a traditional maple syrup, so don't go suggesting buttermilk syrup or something like that. i might even move to long beach and get a job at rosco's just so i can be an apprentice to that syrup.
dreams were fulfilled and shattered all in one night. all with one bite. it's only my right? i'll stop.
if you're within 30 miles of long beach, please go. you'll thank me.
1 comment:
too cool.
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