There’s a moment when a waffle transcends from mere breakfast food to something spiritual, and that moment happens regularly at Hungry Hollow in Carmichael, California.
This unassuming cafe, tucked into a suburban strip mall, might not catch your eye as you drive past – but locals know that missing it would be a culinary crime of the highest order.
The aroma hits you first – that sweet, yeasty perfume that makes your stomach growl even if you’ve just eaten.
It’s the smell of comfort, of weekend mornings, of treating yourself because, hey, you deserve it…