Baby, you look fabulous, even after partying all night
on the Sunset Strip.
The best way to blast that
hangover for good so you can do it all over again tonight, though, is to go out for breakfast. Not
eat breakfast, for how do you expect to shimmy your svelte little self into that strappy,
form-fitting thing? Go out for breakfast. Pull back your hair and put on your Prada sunglasses. We're
getting pancakes in LA.
Now, for the LA-uninitiated, the above scenario might well seem the standard, taking place right in front of The Standard. I mean LA couldn't possibly know how to make
a mile-high stack of thick, fluffy, hot pancakes glistening with butter and dripping with maple syrup;
and even if it could, no one would actually eat them, right?
There are lots of places to get pancakes in LA, and not all of them serve paper-thin, fruits, nuts, and flakes
tenuously held together with non-fat soy milk and garnished with low-fat air. LA joints know how to make not
only plain Jane buttermilk pancakes, but pancakes that are all dressed with everywhere to go: laced with Kahlua
and Bailey's, filled with Oreos, or covered with caramel. And the breakfast/brunch set certainly knows
how to dive fork-first into a stack. With their Prada sunglasses on, of course.