Nickle and Dining

The other day, Mateo and Horacio met me after work and we went to the Nickle Diner for dinner in Downtown L.A. If you drive past it without knowing it's there, you'll keep driving. The storefront of the restaurant is so small and so understated, you would never know that what waits inside is the best comfort food in town.

I ordered the Catfish which is supposed to be their signature dish. It did not disappoint. The fish is not battered. Instead it is crusted with pecans and perched atop a bed of sweet corn cake. On the side were the tastiest brussel sprouts. Yummy!



Mr. Casillas had the pulled pork sandwich. I wish I could describe it but it wasn't on the plate long enough for my mental notes. In a matter of brief moments and in between oohing and aahing, that thing was gone, gone, gone. I did get a bite. Very good.



Mateo had the best hamburger of his life (his words). And as it was with Mr. Casillas, that thing was put away faster than lightning.



For dessert we shared their donut with bacon crumbs on top. Yes, you read that right. Only in America can one get a donut with bacon on it. Don't knock it 'till you try it. The bacon crumbs are so small that you hardly notice them.



You must go there!