Spend some time in Southern California and you’ll end up meeting the “I Don’t Go To OC” guy. Who is he? He’s the guy that would rather go to a leper colony that to take a trip south on the 5. He’ll make a fuss and act like anything outside of the 310 is the cultural equivalent of taking a trip to Mayberry.
Here’s my take on that guy. Stop trying to convince him to come down this way. You know why? Because the line at Bruxie is already long enough. Let him be small minded and provincial. You and I will be able to dine on waffle sandwiches and will laugh with delight knowing that our snobby friends are missing out.
Yes, waffle sandwiches. Waffle sandwiches of all kinds. Sweet and savory. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And not only that, but also milkshakes. We can eat them with glee as the “I Don’t Go To OC” guys fret over the closure of the 405.