REAL. You don’t come here for glamor. You come here for good eats. Proper greasy spoon. Chipped mug with good coffee kept hot by attentive staff. Again: REAL. French toast thick, caramelized on the edges, tender in the middle, excellent bread. Bacon: wands of perfection, crispy but not overdone. That’s how you do it, and not everyone can. My friend had biscuits and gravy, and with my being a born Appalachian, I found them to be pretty good. Not as good as I make, but that’s a tale for another time. Brewery (a great one) across the street too. Close to the Dodgers Stadium. What more could you want in a brunch place in LA when you’re after good, filling food? Real diner. Almost hate to tell anyone about it because the wait is already—justifiably—impressive. Sigh…I’ll allow it.