This was the chair in our room at Stay on Main, the hostel in Los Angeles. Cheap & cheerful, with those fluffy Belgian waffles for breakfast. A row of four waffle irons were replenished with batter and the cooked waffles removed by a helper to be kept hot in a heated cabinet for the constant flow of students (and us). I really prefer my waffles to be crisp, and after four mornings I was ready for something different. But the cost for accommodation including breakfast was very reasonable and, although friends said it was in the least salubrious part of town, we found some interesting places to eat, and a wonderful bookstore; about which I may have written already.
There were quaint sculptures everywhere, and quirky artists’ workshops on the upper floor. You pass this amazing piece as you go upstairs.
And although we were two old ladies, we were never bothered by the street people.
Despite the waffles, I’d Stay On Main again.