Bren is obsessed with this restaurant/gastropub here called Father's Office. They make the hands-down best burger I have ever had in my life. Thankfully, they're in Santa Monica, so it's just enough of a drive that we don't go that often.
Imagine the McSequeira-fatkid joy/dismay that the second Father's Office location is opening walking distance from our house. I mean, like, 5 minutes of walking away. 30 seconds if we felt lazy and drove. It's like... THIS CLOSE.
My butt is enlarging just at the thought of it.
Bren drives by the spot everyday just to see if it's opened yet. We've been doing that since last autumn. Yup. OBSESSED.
Ah, but joy comes when you least expect it. We drove by today and I said, "Holy crap! The plywood's down!". Bren busted a U, parked the car and snapped a few pics. Bren drove back again in the evening, after the workers had gone home, so that he could hop the fence and take some more photos through the window. CRAZY!
Check out the post I wrote on LAist about it. HA! This is totally breaking news in the LA Food Blog Universe. Woo-hoo!