Their claim states “There ain’t no better breakfast” and BOY are they right. While I was in L. A. this June I was told by fellow food blogger and BBQ dude, Tony Morales that I should definitely check out The Serving Spoon. He knew I had an affinity for soul food and simply said it was the best ever. How could I pass that up? Also, it was merely a 15 minute drive from my hotel.
I went on a Saturday morning and it was packed…a line of people waiting outside as well as people waiting on chairs inside. I had to be back to my hotel at a certain time to get to my event so I was wondering if I would even have time to get breakfast? The food smelled so good in there, I wasn’t leaving without at least putting my name on the list and giving my all. I told the hostess it was just a party of one and I got seated up at the breakfast bar right away, no waiting! I really felt bad because there must have been about 20 people or more waiting for tables, but that’s just how they roll and I was happy.
I already knew what I was going to get, crazy I know. However, I had read a ton of Yelp reviews on this place and saw many pictures and decided from there what I would have. I think the server was a little shocked that I ordered right away, so I explained I had come from Arizona and was prepared. I didn’t know when I would ever be coming back here again, the old adage, “go big or go home” came to mind so I obliged. I ordered the “Raphael Saadiq” good morning breakfast which came with 2 eggs over medium, grits, wing drumettes, and cornbread which I passed on since I was getting a waffle as well. In retrospect, I totally should have gotten the cornbread that came with the meal, to try a bite. I just didn’t want to appear too overzealous.
Talk about some perfect grits…these were it. Loved that they used margarine as a topping instead of butter. I seriously felt like I was sitting down in in my grandma’s kitchen instead of a restaurant. It was really great. The wings were unlike any I have ever eaten. I liked that they were simply breaded, no sauce. The breading was super crunchy and perfectly seasoned and you could tell it was a homemade batter. My waffle was a whole other magnificent story. It was soft and slightly chewy with a light crunch around the outside of the waffle. The sprinkle of cinnamon on top totally rocked it, with a dab of margarine and warm maple syrup…OH MY!
Before I paid my bill I was running over the weekend plans in my mind to figure out when I could get back here again? What an amazing, homemade, and delicious meal. Unfortunately, too much vodka that same evening made it near impossible to return the next day However, I will be back Serving Spoon, mark my words. If you’re in West Hollywood, type their address into your GPS and just go, no excuses or you’re missing out.