Good Griddled Grub

It was around the time of my New Years (my birthday).  (T) decided to take me to The Griddle Cafe, a place located in Hollywood that I’ve been to before, but not in a very, very long time.  We drove separately.

“Are you there yet?” I asked over the phone.

“I’m here!” she responded with great enthusiasm.

I pulled up, lucky enough to find street parking around the corner.  The line was long as usual.  Some talked on the phone, while others wandered off constantly running back to check-in for their table.

“Have you called us yet?”  We too were those people who wondered off.

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