Eat my heart out.

“This Shit is Bananas.” - Me & Gwen Stefani.

(P.S. Legitimately tastes like banana bread, woah.)

Avocado is the foie gras of the people.

Is there a more arrogant breakfast food than the everything bagel?

Happy Birthday To Me.

Self-serve frozen yogurt is coming to Los Feliz Village right across from The Alcove. Holy canoli this is amazing news.

Preserves are the Jam.

I recently started putting Raspberry Preserves on more random things like chicken sausages & eggs or turkey & Jarslberg Sandwiches. Tomorrow I’m going to try it in oatmeal.

If i were a richer man I’d buy fancy jams in pretty jars….isn’t that quaint.

Heaven?

I figured out how to easily make sushi even more delicious—

Add Sriracha chili sauce TO the soy sauce.

(Huy Fong Sriracha = Red Sauce, Green Cap, Cartoon Rooster on the front. It’s VERY spicy and goes with pretty much everything.)

And, YES, those are jalapeno slices you guys— hooray for Katsu-Ya — 16542 Ventura Blvd, Encino and 11680 Ventura Blvd, Studio City

Sandwich Fortuna. [Not weird, just amazing]

There’s a beyond delicious tuna sandwich over at Potato Chips, you guys (thanks for the tip, RB). It’s tangy and simple and i love it— with Havarti, tomato, basil, lemon, & fresh herbs on a warm crusty roll. Call me crazy, but I took the cheese off my sandwich & nibbled on it afterward as dessert instead…..don’t hate!

Potato Chips — 7613 Beverly Boulevard, Los Angeles, CA

[UPDATE: The quality of this sandwich & service is on the decline. sigh.]

Bacon Brodey: Back in the Habit

Due to my insatiable love for all things bacon, my grandpa nicknamed me “Bacon Brodey” when I was a kid— much to the chagrin of my dad & jews everywhere.

But here it is, friends, the piece de resistance: Maple Glazed Bacon Donut from Nickel Diner.

Nickel Diner, 524 S Main St, Los Angeles, CA 90013

“No Self Respectin’ Southerner Uses Instant Grits.”

Luckily, I am neither Southern nor self respecting, because I LOVE instant grits. Every family visit my sweet-as-pie Alabama born Grandpa makes us Brodey kids what he calls the “truck-driver breakfast” of eggs, bacon, biscuits & grits — leaving me addicted to that simple, grainy, & clumpy hominy-based porridge.

The second best thing about eating grits is all the My Cousin Vinny references eating them elicits. God Bless you Mr. Vincent Gambini (Uh…did you just say “Yutes”?)

I eat mine with salt, pepper, egg yolk, & tabasco.

Go get yours at 101 Coffee Shop: 6145 Franklin Ave, Los Angeles, CA

Someones Trying to Kill me!!!!!! …..With Kindness (and Chicken)?

Although I was eating with 4 other people, I’m the only one who got a warning written out in spices on my entree plate. Was i rude to the waitress? Were they still mad that I arrived a mere 5 minutes late?

Either way, I’m relieved that the cryptic dinner message didn’t read “Curly Haired Girl Sleeps with the Fishes” — but I really should’ve written them a little note back that read, “Over-Salting is a Crime.”

Sorry, Rivera, Death-Threat-Dinner is a no-go.

1050 S Flower St #102 Los Angeles, CA.