You’ll rarely hear my compliment Los Angeles. It’s dirty, the traffic always crawls, and everything is grossly over-priced and over-rated. It would be more aptly named “City of the Damned.” But there’s one exception: A little breakfast place called Grub.
We stumbled upon Grub accidentally one morning after visiting LA for a Clipper’s Game. The Mr. found it on Yelp or something. Now we return every time we’re in town.
Nestled away on an industrial block between Santa Monica and Melrose, Grub is a beacon of delight in a God-forsaken town.
We’re always warmly welcomed and immediately seated upon arrival. Then we’re quickly served a little breakfast appetizer, consisting of mixed breakfast cereals. While I’m not a fan of Fruit Loops and Captain Crunch, I think it’s a fun and nostalgic touch.
Their home-made menu items are a far superior caliber. The can’t-miss menu item is their Crack Bacon. It’s coated in brown sugar and a complex array of seasonings. I can’t be sure exactly what they use (I think I detect cayenne and fennel) but one thing is for sure: the name fits. The stuff will get you hooked, and you will come back for more.
I’m a devotee of their omelets. They roast the fillings, so that all the vegetables are sweet and savory. The egg is light and fluffy, always cooked to perfection, and surrounded by the best home-style potatoes I’ve ever tasted. And of course, they include toast too. It’s a massive feast and a glutton’s delight.
For those who really want to indulge (ahem, my boyfriend), spring for the French toast. It’s three fresh croissants, dipped in a sweet cinnamon vanilla batter and grilled to perfection. Their homemade raspberry preserves are the perfect complement, if you’re not into maple syrup. It’s rich, heavy, and utterly decadent.
While we’re still making our way through the menu, I’m confident that nothing would disappoint. I consider it a testament to their cuisine that I’m not the only blogger enamored with the place. My first visit there we were seated next to Emily from Cupcakes and Cashmere (an idol of mine). She’s an LA local and a renowned foodie, so if you don’t trust my authority, I’ll defer to her.