There’s a place in LA known as the
Nighthawk Breakfast Bar
Where it’s only a nighttime affair
From eight to two it’s breakfast there
With a very adult twist.
Milk infused with sugary things
and spiked with a bit of brandy
And maybe a stack of drunken French toast
Or maybe some benedict fries
All with fried eggs in a darkened haze.
Sit with your friends or a lover
ordering bacon towers and a stack
of sweet potato pancakes all drenched
reading the paper like it’s
Sunday morning so lazy and calm
as that hit from the 80s pumps
your blood up for the pear brandy
and challah spread with mascarpone.
A little bit rich a little bit wild
As you sit in the night eating pancakes
Who cares if it’s one in the morning,
It’s Sunday brunch somewhere.
So an actor I know just posted about a marvelous breakfast nighttime restaurant on Facebook and so far, everyone has been oohed and awed by what could be from this place. I so want to go. I love eating breakfast when it’s late at night. I’ve gotten breakfast for dinner when I went on a date with a guy, and there’s something so homey about it.
My grandparents love breakfast dinners. They are the best.
The title of this piece is actually the place and if you click this link HERE you can read the LA Times article.
While it wasn’t written for today’s prompt, I did write a piece about eating burgers at night which is Cheeseburger Hunger.
That one is a favorite of mine. So enjoy these fine eateries.