These scruffy twenty-somethings opened a waffle shack in my little town. They moved from some sort of cart/pick-up window to the former baskin-robbins space at a nearby mini-mall. I took the hooligans two Saturdays back.
The place is called "OFF THE WAFFLE." Here's their logo:
I can't figure out how to do a link. But have you noticed that I added a picture in my last post? I'm learning.
We went back for another waffle on Sunday. I became a fan on facebook--I normally only become a fan of good causes. Since these guys can't afford a sign for their establishment yet, I think they qualify.
Last Friday night, the bigger hooligan slept over at a friends. The Man Who Lives In My House was not at home (back country snowboarding with other Men. Tres macho.). To distract myself from worrying about hypothermia and avalanches, I took the smaller hooligan back for more waffles this most recent Saturday.
Sunday the big hooligan mentioned wistfully that he'd sure like a waffle. So we went again.
You may have figured out that these are incredible waffles. They are like a crispy chewy waffle-brioche-donut with a carmelized exterior. Plus you can get them embellished with bacon and maple syrup. The hooligans prefer the version with bananas and chocolate chips.
I will never go back to those nasty yellow things from the freezer section. They do not even deserve to be called waffles.