'M' for Mmmmmmmmm

I can't seem to get enough of M Cafe on Melrose (a block in from La Brea). It's a new macrobiotic eatery that just opened this past summer. It's vegan. But I'm supposed to be raw. They have fish and I supposedly don't eat fish. They serve the absolutely best french toast and pancakes for breakfast and I'm not supposed to be eating bread. I've fallen off the wagon and out of integrity. Oh, it's just been all wrong, BUT it's so so incredibly delicious. Mmmmmmmmm.

Luckily, I recognized an addiction brewing in the midst. About thirty minutes after officially cutting myself off yesterday, I unconsciously booked a lunch there for tomorrow. My self control is weaning. You must try it if you haven't already. M Cafe.

I know. I know... What happened to the raw meat thing, you're probably wondering? No worries. It's all still in my freezer. I've decided that I must work my way into that world slowly.