If Only We Had Roscoe's in SF... Then I Would Be Huge (aka Where I Eat In LA, Part 2)
Let's say you're hanging out in the 310, the 213, or even the 90210. Last night, you ate at Cobras and Matadors, then had a pretty hardcore night of drinking at the Golden Gopher or perhaps SkyBar (fancypants!) You wake up late the next day and need a serious hangover brunch. One choice. Has to be Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles in Hollywood.
Fried chicken and waffles you say? I know, it sounds strange, but somehow it works. The syrup they serve is magical- it's like honey on a biscuit, but syrup on a waffle. Go figure! Also it's the only place I think I have EVER been that actually has Bartles and James Wine Coolers on the menu. Yes! It's absolutely an LA institution.

Note here. There are other branches, but they are kind of in sketchy areas- the Hollywood one is the "touristy" (white?) one. The food is the same at all of them, but the crazy, cramped, funky vibe is more present at Roscoe's in Hollywood as well, since it's the original.
Fried chicken and waffles you say? I know, it sounds strange, but somehow it works. The syrup they serve is magical- it's like honey on a biscuit, but syrup on a waffle. Go figure! Also it's the only place I think I have EVER been that actually has Bartles and James Wine Coolers on the menu. Yes! It's absolutely an LA institution.

Note here. There are other branches, but they are kind of in sketchy areas- the Hollywood one is the "touristy" (white?) one. The food is the same at all of them, but the crazy, cramped, funky vibe is more present at Roscoe's in Hollywood as well, since it's the original.

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