let's talk about saturday’s waffles

My husband and I used to be spontaneous. If it was a Friday and the older kids were not with us for the weekend, we would end up in some random town trying a meal at a random hole in the wall. Then we had two more kids. We don’t get out much anymore.

Last weekend, we got in the car, with the two little kids, and headed to Salt Lake City. Let’s call it like it is. We got in the car and headed to IKEA. People don’t say they are going to Anaheim. People say they are going to Disneyland. And IKEA is its own kind of Disneyland for home design whores like me.

Let me tell you something fantastic about the IKEA in Draper, Utah. On Saturdays, there are waffles. Not just any waffles. Amazing waffles. Waffles with lemon cream or marshmallow and chocolate drizzle or hollandaise sauce.

Saturday’s Waffles are served from a restored trailer in the parking lot across the street from IKEA every Saturday. The menu rotates (or at least the specials do) so I can’t promise you that if you go you’ll be treated to what we ate, but you should go either way. (I read on their website that they had chicken and waffles on a stick at the Utah State Fair. Are you kidding me? I’m in.)

Both kids ordered the s’more waffle. Are you surprised? Théa ate the entire waffle. Gus ate most of the waffle and all of the marshmallow. Théa shared a bite of hers in exchange for a bite of mine. This was my kind of s’more.

Rob ordered the Benny. I don’t mind admitting that he was almost done eating it before I realized why it was called Benny. Somehow Benedict and Benny failed to connect in my mind. I’m a moron.

The eggs were soft, hollandaise had a hint of lemon, and the bacon had fantastic flavor. My husband wasn’t hungry for the rest of the day.

Last but not least, I had the Mountain Mama, which was not on the menu. Thank you Mike or Richard for recommending this amazingness. My waffle was topped with lemon cream and blackberry compote. Holy cannoli was it good.

Get your coffee before you get to Saturday’s Waffles and be prepared to wait a bit. Goodness takes time. Trust me, your wait will be well worth it.