Chicken and waffles

Its been a while since the last update so we’re gonna be posting a few previously unpublished missions to make it up to you. But, first things first, here’s the most recent outing to a definite classic spot in SoCal.

The night started off with the crew fragmented across the greater 562 area, when we all received the call to arms from none other than mORALISM. TasteBuds were going to Roscoe’s. The roster for the night? mORALISM, Cfre, prozak, Big Guuurrt plus one homey(David), Grimey Greg and myself, JoeGoblyn.

A quick stop at Monster to break into groups and we were on our way. The 101 never looked so good. Or so blurry. We were driving so fast.

We arrived at Roscoe’s in record time and managed to get seating for seven, no small feat in a spot as small as Roscoe’s Gower location.

We proceed to order, pretty much everyone went with the Scoe’s #1 except for Dave and Greg, who both went with stuff involving biscuits and gravy and French fries and duck fetuses and other weird shit.

Special guest star: The Claw



Cfre wasn’t about to let a busted paw stop him from manhandling some chicken and waffles.

The breakout star of the night was the Red Rooster sauce that managed to find itself back in mORALISM’s whip at the end of the night. Apparently it has a flavor that is neither Tabasco no Tapatio, but its own taste that blows other shit away. At least on chicken and waffles. Or just chicken.

The aftermath of our feast had the busboy scared to come near our table to get the plates. But we broke them off a decent tip that put us a little closer to the hundred dollar mark. TasteBuds stay ballin’ Spauldin’.

All objectives complete. Roscoe’s gets a thumbs up and the seal of approval.

And mORALISM gets his very own bottle of the Rooster. He's developed such a taste for it that I’ve seen him do shots of it in his room. I’m not fucking around.