I don't know how I've been living in Squirrel Hill for so long without having come here before.
Ever since the first time I stepped foot in this place last month, I swear I think I've been back once a week. If my fiance hears me say "Waffallonia" one more time, I think the wedding is off. But it's really that good.
The place is small, but I actually like taking the waffles to go. Bobby and I like to split one but I think we will have to start ordering our own waffles soon. We've had some fairly dramatic fork and knife fights. The "one at a time" rule is nearly impossible when you're confronted by a sugar waffle topped with both Nutella and Nutella ice cream (because can there really be such a thing as too much Nutella?)
Seriously y'all, I think I hear choirs of angels sing when I walk into this place.