Eva found this place by searching the Web, I think. I hate to sound self-centered, but, holy cow, did they build this place just for me? I couldn’t think of a better restaurant idea, and if I lived in Syracuse I’d eat there every day. And night.

I munched a falaffel waffle while Eva and I played Guess Who? and listened to b-side-ish funk tracks I’d never heard before.

Funk ‘n Waffles, I heart you.