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The finest breakfast emporium ever created, at least as my long-ago drunken teenage self looking to satisfy his cravings at 2:45 am is concerned, was Sambo's. Sadly, for fairly obvious reasons, they no longer exist as a chain. Now, in my dotage, I simply make do with a waffle iron and Carbon's Golden Malted Waffle Flour. I blame Bush, of course.
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