Kid President

Spending the majority of my unoccupied school filled hours perusing through the millions of youtube videos I've come across my fair share of shriek worthy adorable children. It is therefore impossible to believe that anyone of these kids could reign supreme among the likes of Isaac Brown, a young little boy who could have been a member of the Jackson 5  given his dynamic performance of "I Want You Back" coupled with a choreographed dance, or Rosie and Sophia, two British dynamos who exploded on the scene wearing the frilliest pink tutus and tiaras all the while singing a cover of Nicki Minaj's "Super Bass." Kid President surely beats them all. After countless encounters of a video titled "A Pep Talk from Kid President to You"  on my Facebook newsfeed I could no longer resist the possibility of finding another adorable youtube gem so I finally succumbed to the peer pressure of my fellow "friends" by clicking the link. Unsure of the kind of pep talk a kid that looks no older than 9 years old could give me, I was stunned to find a witty and endearing Kid President providing a simple pep talk to everyone in need of a little pick me up. Drawing inspiration from Robert Frost, some "dude" named Journey and Michael Jordan, Kid President gives us just one simple piece of advice: be awesome and give the world a reason to dance. This pint sized charismatic president is not joking about dancing, as he throughout the video unexpectedly busts a move all the while giving us some attention grasping advice against the backdrop of a football field and a locker room making him appear like a coach guiding us through life. Making the video seem natural and spotlighting his personality, the viewer can't help but fall in love with Kid President when he spontaneously laughs at his own jokes or makes his indescribable facial expressions. I'm sold on what he has to say and can't wait to see more of Kid President, the "self appointed voice of this generation of children," on Rain Wilson's feel good website "Soul Pancakes." You won't find much about him such as his real  name, age, or hometown but no problem, Kid President suits him quite well. 

Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles

Scoes #1 

Leaving the fog dense city of Westwood a band of brothers ensued on a journey to discover the marriage of chicken and waffles that has so many Los Angeles residents relishing in taste bud heaven. Like many on this trip, this would be my first time visiting The House of Chicken and Waffles and jittering with excitement I sputtered a stream of questions to a veteran of this establishment: How exactly do I order? Is there anything else on the menu? Do I eat the chicken and waffles together in one bite or separately? I continued like a broken record player until we arrived at our destination, my car mates joyfully springing from their seats relishing the opportunity to put an end to my probing questions. Rising from the side of the House stood their distinctive trademark logo of a rooster centered in front of a large waffle like a compass guiding the customer to a finger licking lip smacking pot of flavor. Contrary to its large sign, the place is quite small which posed a problem for our army of 20 that wished to be seated together in one table. Luckily the staff scrambled to provide a table large enough (in this case small tables pieced together) for all of us and we were quickly seated. We got the menus and I was bewildered to find out that there wasn't just the one option of chicken and waffles but rather a multitude of menu items that included combos, sides (including their CBS named Best Mac n Cheese in Los Angeles), individual chicken pieces, and different combinations of chicken and waffles. As if I had just completed a Billy Blanks Bootcamp video, I was drained and fatigued after sifting through the menu when the waiter came by to take our drink orders. Thankfully my veteran fairy godmother guided me through the correct path of Roscoe's etiquette firmly telling me to order the Sunrise, a combination of fruit punch and lemonade that according to her would not disappoint. The Sunrise was delivered with the lemonade and fruit punch separated intended to be mixed to simulate an actual sunrise. I took a sip and was knocked back by the sugar explosion in my mouth like the feeling you get after emptying an entire pack of pop rocks in your mouth. Unaccustomed to all that sugary goodness I quickly placed the drink down and prepared to place my order with the waiter that undoubtedly knew we were first timers from our constant and LOUD indecisiveness. I settled on the Scoes #1that included 1/4 of a chix and two waffles with my nondiscriminatory option of mixed (white and dark) meat. Soon afterwards, three large plates covered with syrup in shot glass sized containers were placed on our tables and were followed, after a couple of minutes, by our much anticipated food. My large, very large, plate arrived with two human head sized waffles topped with two ice cream scoops of butter and a monstrous serving of 1/4 a chix. Sorry to all the LA residents who wish to maintain their sun kissed surgically enhanced bodies by maintaining a strictly no carb, no meat, not calories diet but this is not the place to visit if you want to continue living your healthy lifestyle and don't wish to clog your arteries with fatty goodness. Unlike some of my fellow Los Angelenos I am a lover of all foods so I did not hesitate to dive in like a starving defensive linebacker attempting to eat everything in reach for "fuel" before a game. The chicken, crispy and crunchy on the outside while juicy on the inside was a perfected concoction, like a Barry Bond's steroid induced home run that used to make the crow go wild and made for an unforgettable moment. The waffles, dry with minimal flavor, were not memorable and by themselves were a disappointment. However, the true marriage of taste bud ecstasy came when you combined a piece of savory chicken with the syrup doused waffles. The combination of sweet and savory at first confused my palate by questioning the taste of both breakfast and dinner in one bite but as the flavors set in an eruption of taste left me begging for more. I became an addict to the taste of confusion followed by ecstasy. Despite my linebacker mentality I was sadly unable to finish my plate of food as my stomach pleaded with me to stop funneling in the large servings placed before me.  I grudgingly obliged and looked at my plate with sadness, sorry to be leaving the remaining myriad of flavors untouched and proceeded to receive the check with the unfathomable task of figuring out how much each person owed. I bid the House adieu and returned back to the haunted house looking city of Westwood drowning in misty fog  knowing that I would come back to find the roster and waffle circular sign guiding me to taste bud excitement like the yellow brick road guiding me back home.