Wake Up LA: Foxy's
Foxy's carne asada chilaquiles run you $12 but you'll stay fed for days | All photos by Andy Sternberg for LAist
In spite of the greasy mess plate of hungover love pictured above, Foxy's in Glendale is far from your last resort, still-drunk brekkie-plate of mornings soon to be forgotten.
No, no, no. Last Sunday when we rolled up the Brand Boulevard of Cars and took a left onto Colorado and another into Foxy's lot, we had options. And I'm talking bridge, some corporate church club meeting filled with make up, and, of course, the typical death-by-bacon first, Galleria second crowd.
Why is this place called Foxy's?
"Because we're all foxy who work here" was the first response we got.
Hehehe. Maybe your manager knows?
"Foxy's was one of more than two dozen similar places that opened in the '50s with names like Foxy's, Wolfy's..." he explained.
Foxy's was opened by a group of people, one of whom was an architect who specialized in Arrowhead Lake-style lodges.
Suddenly the double-A-frame setting made sense. This was clearly more than just some converted IHOP.