Little spot on Crenshaw

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As a Firefighter, The Eagle has toured this town longer than I have so he knows of a few places here and there.  If you’re at the corner of Crenshaw and Manchester in Inglewood, you should stop pass this little spot called Moby’s Coffee Shop.

As usual we pull up to find street parking out front.  Always great service, this tiny room sits across from Biglots with two large windows to choose from if trying to look outside.

“How’s it going?” the waitress ask.  She’s actually speaking to The Eagle.  Clearly they don’t know about the Delectable Delights <chuckle>

We order.  I tend to only get their french toast because the pancakes don’t offer much taste.  The Eagle is more of a grits or rice person with a side of eggs.  He leaves the sweet tastier starches for me.  I take a bite, “cool” I say with approval.  My selections are always accompanied by scrambled eggs and bacon.  What I enjoy is the powdered sugar across the soft bread and butter served in mini cups.  “Who uses so much butter?” I always shockingly ask.  I CAN NOT stand huge gobs of butter all over my food, don’t find it necessary and it’s such a waste.  “Maybe I could start telling them to only bring half the amount of butter,” I suggest at the table.  This topic seems to always concern me, not that Moby’s offered a lot, just conversing.

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I now feel story time is upon us.  The Eagle starts, “I remember this little old lady cooking up everything by herself, man she was cool”.  He smiles with joy every time he shares his memories.  I try to imagine it with him while interrupted by the waitress asking if everything is ok with their service.   I smile to the both of them.

Besides the food, what is always interesting is that it is operated by Asians, but have taken the time to cater to their African-American clientele.  What do I mean?  Sometimes I sit and chuckle while viewing all the black art/photos on the walls.  Does it bother me?  No, not at all!  However, I can’t help noticing it and the combination makes me laugh.  I truly respect it and understand.  I simply appreciate any business that is sensitive to their guest.

Over all the food is decent, but the prices are great.  If in a hurry you can call in your order for pick-up.  Open for years, this (F.O.) restaurant is much appreciated and offers great customer service every time.

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A morning of cinnamon rolls

So I decided to get up and go to church, followed by treating myself to breakfast afterwards.  I looked up some breakfast spots nearby and came across Biscuit Cafe in Las Vegas.  Keep in mind I already researched this spot days ago…because that’s what I do.  Remember, I always prefer to read the menu in advance.

I drove and drove wondering if the trip was wroth it.  “Jeeze, how far is this spot?” I kept asking myself.  Enjoying the breeze, music playing, all while giving head nods of acceptance to the other drivers.  Parked, that was easy.  The people seemed nice, very clean and no wait at all – great yet odd for a Sunday.  Usually I have my posse or The Eagle, but this rodeo was done all alone.  I walk inside.  “OMG she’s here in Vegas,” a voice yells out.  Little do they know, I’ve lived here for a while.  I just travel a lot.  The surroundings, typical booths and silver rounded back chairs pushed up at the tables, nothing fancy.  I tried not to get distracted by the artificial cinnamon rolls at the front counter, but they caught my attention.

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Cupcake Critiques (4 those w/ short patience)

You know, sometimes it’s best to just get to the point.  You know, is it good or not?  No time for sites that talk you up and down and all around.  Well Q, that’s what blogging is about… I guess.  My issue isn’t so much the stretched out rambling, but that some blogs have the same language, the same set up.  A story about their grandmother, which goes into a flashback as a child, something dramatic as an adult that gets tied around relationships or health then – BAM, the recipe!  Well, no lie, I shall offer a few of those myself here and there because sometimes they’re fun, but with my time in-between, LETS MIX IT UP!  (FYI these are all located in CA)

Getting To The Point #1 – Crumbs Bake Shop

Always dry, will never go back.  However for some reason my best friend likes them.  She’s a loser!  Why are they popular?  I have nothing else to say and refuse to post a photo (arms crossed).

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Pineapples & Pancakes

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Alright, I have another one for ya!  The Eagle and I (the boyfriend) took a trip to try out this Pineapple Upside-Down Pancake.   These trips aren’t always planned, for sometimes the people call upon us.  Who are these people?  You know, the people.  The people reach out to us when in need of deciding where to eat.  It’s what we do…and I enjoy it.

We pull up, seems the lot knew we were in the neighborhood – parking was easy.  The Eagle steps out to adjust his sun-glasses.  “BEEP” the car locks.  “Head towards the green awning”, I yell out.  We worked our way to the door, confirming its entrance.

It’s bright and pleasant inside, I smile with approval.  The waitress guides us to our seat, seconds for waiting.  I suddenly hear chatter, “I think it’s her?”  I knew what they’re thinking.  The sounds take me back to Jacks n Joe‘s.

I place the order – DISHES CRASH!!!

“She ordered it,” a young girl whispers.

“You think she’ll like it?” another questions.

The Eagle wasn’t so sure so we opted to share yet ordered potatoes and eggs with a biscuit on the side.

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My Cheesy New Years

So understand when I usually say New Years it tends to mean my birthday.  <hmm> ok, well, unless I’m posting during the beginning of January, then that’s the regular worldly new years.  My original plans backfired and therefore ended up at Cheesecake Factory for New Years brunch.  Now, unlike my lovely friend who took the time to coordinate this gathering, I actually enjoy this place.  She use to work here so she has different feelings-which is understandable, but doesn’t keep me from eating here LOL.

Usually only going here for dinner, I’ve never had their breakfast or brunch items before until now.  I ended up with their french toast or as they say, the Bruleed French Toast, all for $12.52.  No sides included. (sad face) Figures, it is Cheesecake Factory.

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So if you’re thinking why the to-go container (I’m chuckling inside to myself).  It’s because I ordered other food items as well LOL I’m a mess!!!  OK FINE!  I arrived earlier than everyone and made the attempt to try their breakfast.  Then once the party arrived I ate again and had lunch with them.  YES, I LIKE TO EAT.  Anyway they clearly found my bag of food stashed away which also included two slices of cheesecake (BIG CHEESY SMILE).  I told you I like to eat.

Here’s what I thought about it.  It was too rich.  Maybe there’s a better word, but I didn’t love it, but I didn’t hate it.  I disliked the hard exterior however was fine with the soft interior.  It was good, but I couldn’t taste the french in the french toast LOL.  This could be because they bake it then grill it.  I don’t know.  I couldn’t taste the egg, it just taste like toast.  And like I said previously, I don’t like tugging on my bread to eat it.  It should be soft – FOR ME!  However, I definitely enjoyed that caramel sauce <sigh of happiness>.

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