Mac M.
Yelp
Everybody knows everybody at this quaint Southern diner that's on the outskirts of Lake Charles. The menu is comfort food heaven, complete with fluffy-fresh, piping-hot biscuits that appear out of the ether approximately every four minutes. (Seriously, I don't know how they keep up. And if you don't slather it with their blueberry pepper jam, we can't be friends.)
On the day I visited, the server touted the chicken and waffles, which is always a safe go-to breakfast staple. She then pointed out that if I wanted to up the ante, I might want to try their peach cobbler chicken and waffles.
Readers, I died. Resurrected. And died again.
The crispy, but not too crispy waffle alone engulfed the plate and was liberally doused with crumbly peach cobbler and chunks of peppery chicken tenders. When I grabbed the bottle of syrup, other patrons at the restaurant gasped. Apparently, this dish is sacred and doesn't need syrup. Actually, it doesn't need anything--other than for you to unhinge your jaw.
Whether or not this is a recurring dish or part of the permanent menu remains to be seen. But, either way, whatever waffle o' the day they offer is mandatory. (And you better eat their biscuits like you're carbo-loading for a marathon the next day.)