CHANFLES!

I’ve driven by this place on Beverly a few times, and I could never figure out the name of this eatery, but they usually had lots of people eating outside. I figured it’s some new gimmicky icon-instead-of-a-name, kinda like all those lame places with one word names, cuz nobody can be bothered to use some creativity these days. But once I saw it closely, it’s actually three letters: bld = breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I bet they paid some fine money for that name too.

The first time I ate breakfast here, I walked inside with a Chicana friend and was waiting to be seated. The greeter/seater whatever you call them, was helping someone else. One of the Mexican busboys walked over and looked at us for a few seconds, in that “what do you need” sorta way, as if maybe we had some other business there, a delivery or something. “Solo dos, para comer.” Oh. Ohh! You want to eat here! He didn’t say it but it crossed his face, which was actually pretty funny. It wasn’t rude or anything, he was a really friendly guy but obviously wasn’t sure what to make of us.  Which makes sense, cuz in this part of town, the Latinos are all either A.) gardners, nannies,  some other type of servant that wouldn’t normally be eating here or B.) your typical obnoxious Fresas with money and that fashionable air of conceit. Pretty much. And everyone eating talks loud, like you want to hear their fucking riveting tales. But I digress, I came here for you dear reader, to size up one plate only: The Huevos Rancheros! Let’s see how they fare.

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