Every Saturday morning, like clockwork, a select group of
homies and I go eat breakfast at a spot called "Bread and Porridge",
aka "B's and P's", aka "the B's and the P's", aka
"Bee's-to-the-Peee's". I decided to document this ritual...
Before we dive into the photos, let me give you a little
background info on B's and P's. B's and P's has been around for awhile now... I
can't remember who stumbled onto this joint, but we started to frequent it
habitually about 3 years ago. The food is THE BOMB. Clean. Healthy. GOOD.
Decent priced... upon the discovery, our little high school alumni crew
agreed that "THIS SPOT SHALL NEVER BE BURNT" - meaning, don't bring
your girlfriends, girl friends, or anyone outside of this group... don't tell
anyone about this place, its top secret! That worked great for about a
year. Once they remodeled the place, oi vey...
3 years ago, you could walk in, get a booth, grub, and be
out in less than an hour without having to make a reservation. Today, you
better make a reservation at least 1.5 hrs before you want to eat, if you want
to eat on time. When I make the reservation I use a different name (today I’m
“Otm Shank”), just to mess with David (the owner). He finally gave up
and submitted to my foolery! When I finally made a reservation with my real
name, he said "You’re a frenchie today, huh... always bustin' my
balls..."
Anyway, I’m getting off track...
In front of the B's and the P's...
Big Ben Klingon pointing at an Audi A4 that he's got his eye on...
Myles (the glass blowing bro) breaks out one of his newest pieces.. Its amazes me what this guy can do with glass...
OK,
so you know you live in LA, when a crazy homeless lady walks up to you
and says "Take a picture of my shirt", while smoking a clove cig. While
taking the picture, I tell her "the lighting is bad," and she responds
"your camera sucks!" as she walks away. Oh, did I mention the front of
her shirt says "KILL"
Now
that the crazy lady is gone, we get back to the glass... He's been
commissioned to blow a ton of these little glass pumpkins. (BTW, Myles
is the dood with the black shirt)
We've been seated... French press for myles, vanilla latte for big ben, vanilla soy latte for me.
We order the same thing, every Saturday...
Myles - Breakfast combo, with blueberry pancakes, side of sourdough toast, & bacon crispy
Big Ben - Breakfast quesadilla, side of sourdough toast, bacon crispy.
Me - Breakfast combo, eggs scrambled hard, bacon crispy.
Now we wait... This saturday myles went on a rant about how sick he is of seeing Jason Schwartzman
AGAIN, at B's and P's. "GOD!, im so sick of seeing that [censored]. He's
always here, and he's always wearing that damn Rushmore shirt... I mean
come on, we know you starred in that movie, but why in they hell must
he wear that damn shirt everytime he comes here. What an ass
clown."
"Look at the little girlie man, eating his little girlie latte with a little girlie spoon, you're so girlie!" - Me
"Bitch, shut up or i'm going to stab you" - Big Ben
"Ben, check your 2 o'clock...... no fool, your OTHER 2 o'clock... to late you missed her" - Myles
Long awaited... Its time to get in mah belly!
So end our breakfast..
So
you know your in LA, when your bud stands in the middle of the
street... jabbering away on his cell phone, without a care in the
world...
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