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Monday, November 22, 2010

H.O.B.

Have you ever been so excited to eat breakfast that you arise early from your Saturday-night hangover, kick your friends to wake them up and drag everyone to the car to drive to Koreatown
for the most perfect eggs and fried rice? Well, I have. And if you have ever experienced breakfast at the House of Breakfast, then you would too.

House of Breakfast is so good that it will make you praise the heavens for it's food, just like Mercado is doing above. They specialize in greasy, diner-type breakfast with a special Asian flair. Eggs over easy are cooked to perfection and you can substitute hash-browns for a delicious batch of fried rice. But don't substitute, get the hash browns AND the fried rice. Trust me. Say you don't want the traditional bacon or sausage on the side? That's ok, opt for the teriyaki chicken with your eggs. You won't be disappointed.

This place is a Los Angeles gem. The Asian Owner is a down-ass homegirl who gets shit done. She moves people in and out of this place with the utmost efficiency. And she won't take any of your crap, you'll be seated when you're seated and your food will come when it comes. Until then, you enjoy the authentic ambiance of the place, the King Arthur/Lancelot decor and all. If your lucky, there will be a woman in the corner selling Mary-Kay makeup products.

There is one downside to H.O.B., and you can hardly call it a downside since this place is next to perfect. But if you go with a larger group, we went with 5, you're going to have to wait. And I mean...wait. Not a fun 15 minute wait where everyone discusses what you're
going to order while recapping the previous night only to get seated in just enough time to order a coffee and feel good about yourself. This is a wait in which you walk to the ATM (H.O.B. is CASH ONLY), talk endlessly about how hungry you are, bother the hostess more than a few times, watch Mercado dance to strange music coming from cars in the parking lot, update facebook from your iPhone 100x while sitting on your car and realize that you are incredibly hungover after all. The place is so small that there are only 2 booths that can accommodate parties of 3 or more. Mercado and I discussed a new possible business venture if the blog doesn't take off: expanding House of Breakfast. This place needs to be bigger. As much as I would like to keep H.O.B. fairly unknown as a favor to myself, the world needs to know. Anyone up for funding this operation? There will be free fried rice involved.

BUT-wait aside, it's 100% worth it. I would have waited 2 more hours just to get into House of Breakfast. Hell, I might have waited all day.

If you're in the neighborhood, you must make the trip to House of Breakfast. You won't regret it!