You take a deep breath. You ignore that little voice in your head. Because when you
venture down an alley, you’ve got a damn good reason.
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
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
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.
Back Alley Waffles
1209 10th St NW
(in Blagden Alley)
Washington, DC 20001