Located in more of a residential area, you feel like you could be on Montana Street in Santa Monica (granted it only feels like this in the Summer, of course). It’s so hippie, granola cool. And such great food. I had the sweet corn waffle with the kitchen sink on top (pictured). It was near perfect minus the fruit on top- I think that pushed it over the edge of trying to do too much. I mean one should one expect so much from waffle in general as a rule in life.
The French toast was also kickin’. As are the drinks. The only downside is the line, so get there early. Like right when they open. It’s worth being seen with bed-head in public.