Dang, last night Justin came over to do a “Power Hour” with his twin brother for his birthday over Skype. I’ve never heard of a Power Hour before, but it’s drinking a shot of beer every minute for an hour. At some point I switched to vodka to cut the carbs. It didn’t make it any more smart. The whole time I didn’t realize it was his twin brother’s birthday too.
Fast forward to the end of the night, Todd and I walked in and out of White Castle empty-handed. We thought we had thought better of ourselves and walked back to my place where we were going to eat something healthy. Then somehow in our living room, we decided to go back out and to Waffle & Wolf since they opened until 2 am. This place is in what used to be the old sausage shop that had the cool pig cartoons on the windows.
Waffle & Wolf sells savory crepe style wraps, but with waffles. Like a waffle wrap with fillings and some things are baked into the waffle. Dang, these were so fucking good. Todd got the #27 (Chicken Baked in, Avocado, Cheddar, Salsa $11.75) in a buckwheat waffle and I got the #12. (Bacon Baked in, Cheddar, Tomato, Arugula, Avocado -Yogurt $11.50) in a regular waffle. We kept swapping back and forth. Both were so good. I might’ve liked Todd’s a tiny bit better. Maybe it was the buckwheat waffle. But mine was awesome too, just different.
It’s funny, because I realized I turned into a bad drunk last night. I remember getting pissed off when a guy in the restaurant accidentally stepped on my Versace high-tops. And then I thought the friends of the cook said something that reflected on how scummy Todd and I were. They asked her if they should stay until she closed. In my head, I thought they thought we were dangerous and suspicious …they were judging us. In that moment, I got to feel what it was like to be black. Now that I’m sober, it really didn’t mean anything. They just wanted to party with their friend. I’m not planning to drink today.
Waffle & Wolf – 413 Graham Ave (btwn Jackson & Withers) Brooklyn, NY 11211