Back Alley Waffles
An Alley Filled with Waffles
Illicit poker games. A bootleg grappa operation. After-hours parties thrown by the Secret Service.
Or, in this case, just a waffle or two.
Time to pull your collar up, pull your hat way down low and make your way to Back Alley Waffles, an entirely above-board operation now hawking waffles out of a Blagden Alley studio.
We know how it goes: 10am, and you haven’t quite slept off the combo of gin and pork-stuffed pastry from the night before. You need a specialist. Someone who makes waffles and almost nothing else.
You’ll find him here, at this converted artist’s studio within a Pac-Man-like maze of brick alleys. He might be churning the butter and extracting the buttermilk for your waffle by hand when you arrive (and why not; he’s already made the industrial-looking tables you’re sitting at and the mosaic artwork you’re looking at).
Now, apart from coffee and wi-fi, you can only get one other thing besides this buttery, maple-syrup-adorned treat: a special-recipe smoothie, made with fruits that he juices to order.
And on the horizon for summer: a New Orleans second-line-style band playing out in the alley.
You never eat a waffle without the right soundtrack.