Lindsay and I had some time to kill before my flight left from LAX yesterday. The other girls had an earlier departure time so we decided we would get breakfast at a cute little spot in Santa Monica after we dropped them off. Fast forward to Lindsay following “her instincts” to get us to the road that runs parallel to the ocean and we soon realize we should just stick near the airport.
I ate at an IHOP.
It was an intimate little affair. I had the Nutella and banana crepes, Lindsay the eggs and toast. It was everything I ever dreamed of and more.
Fun factor: 8