realized in hindsight that a healthy bowl of oatmeal and a strong cup of black coffee is all my body requires to start the day. On a recent trip to Los Angeles, my buddy Ryan and I were having breakfast with my brother Joel and his family at the Blue Bottle Coffee on Sunset Boulevard in Echo Park, one of the city’s hippest neighborhoods. We were celebrating his birthday, so why not include a tasty liège waffle? At their core, they’re an extra-buttery brioche dough given a luxurious rise before being studded with coarse pearl sugar and scooped onto a waffle iron. It was delicious, it was Belgian, I’m a Belgian. But 45 minutes later, as Ryan and I were riding down Wilshire Boulevard toward the Petersen Automotive Museum, nature had other ideas.