How Things Stack Up at The Griddle Cafe
Breakfast, for this LAist, makes for some great bribery material. So recently, when a co-worker and frequent dining companion made some plans with us to do some weekend work they were kind enough to throw breakfast in the deal. Of course, we had to pick the place, using two vital breakfast joint criteria: Somewhere new to us, and somewhere with great pancakes. And that's how we ended up at The Griddle Cafe to see how things stack up.
The Griddle Cafe is a small spot wedged between the Rite Aid and the Director's Guild on Sunset at Fairfax. The telltale signal that you've arrived at 7916 on a weekend morning is the crowd of hipsters and pancake hounds gathered out front. We gave our name to the host and then killed some time (45 minutes, we were told) by whetting our whistles across the street at ye olde Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf. The wait wasn't hideous--at least those threatening skies didn't let loose on us--and we got to watch the food being served to the table of cocktail swilling hipsters brave enough to take the one open table on the sidewalk. Before it became unbearable we were ushered to our table, which seemed like a calm oasis in a sea of utter chaos; how anyone could stomach this place hungover is beyond us--the din is sheer cacophony! We were a bit worried about spotty service based on some of the web researching we'd done, but our server came right up to us, made sure we hadn't been seated too long, and got our fantastic pot of french press coffee to us immediately. She was also really helpful when it came time to narrow down our choices from their lengthy menu. Before long, out came our breakfasts.