Here's a delicious plate of fried chicken and waffles from Shane's Cafe in Prospect Heights, Brooklyn. Upon reflection, I probably should have got the white meat. But somehow I managed to choke it down anyway. The side of grits and strong coffee certainly helped.
The occasion was a lovely brunch for my friend Lilieblue's birthday, enjoyed with my roommate Swifty and other nice folks. Shane's was playing an awesome DVD of a Al Green from 1970s which was the perfect soundtrack for brunch on a rainy, chilly winter morning. Now I need a nap...
