I started to wonder if it would be easier to get my name into Elizabeth Edward’s will than it would be for me to get a decent waffle or turkey burger in South Florida. Then it happened. Traveling down NE 2nd Avenue and 46 Street I saw it, tucked away in the corner of the block. Its red light calling me. "Lounge 46," my new home away from home.
I walked into this restaurant and immediately fell in love with its 1980’s retro village lounge vibe. After being taken on a quick tour of the place by the owner and discussing the menu I heard the words my heart, and stomach was longing to hear. “We have waffles and turkey burgers.”
Quickly, I bellied up to the bar. I ordered the chicken and waffles. In no time, 4 golden chicken wings and a beautiful belgium waffle sat before me waiting to be plucked. I cut into the waffle and to my surprise, this waffle was made of cornbread. My taste-buds did cartwheels in my mouth.
While I was killing myself with delight, I look across the bar to see a mountain of french fries piled on a plate next to one of the juiciest burgers I’ve seen since New York. ‘I can’t wait to dig into one of those,’ I thought to myself.
I finished off my meal while I watched the basketball game on the TV and listened to an array of classic soul music to match the eclectic display of images that adorned the walls. There was even a moment of healthy barbershop like conversation that ranged from sports, to women, to music. This is exactly what I’ve been looking for. Hurrah!
I left "Lounge 46" with a new look on life. All was right in the world. I couldn’t wait to return and order my (as I wipe the drool from the corners of my mouth), turkey burger with cheese. To be continued....
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