Huckle-Bieber Pancakes

This was potentially the best of my life.

A small insignificant fact about me is that I have an obsession with huckleberries. I tried huckleberry jam a few years ago and ever since I have been endlessly hunting for a real human huckleberry in non-jam form. This journey of discovery has left me not only berry-less but borderline psychotic.

However, my sweet friends, the day finally came where I tried my first plump huckleberry. Oh, and I met Justin Bieber at the same time.

The day was Sunday, January 10th at approximately 11:42 a.m. My stomach was growling in excitement to eat it’s 3rd meal of the day (yes I know it wasn’t even noon yet). A person decides to sit 2 inches from me and I was immediately annoyed by the slight invasion of personal space. I turn to give him a death glare but immediately recognize the jawline of a angel.

I turn to my mother and try to calmly mouth “That’s. Justin. Bieber.” but naturally I lost all normal human functions and I’m pretty sure I just made a weird burping noise. I decide it’s now or never to propose ask to take a picture so I turn around and end up yelling/screaming/crying for a picture. He clearly just woke up and was probably but most definitely hungover; so, he kindly denied my request. Instead he asked me how my day was going and I accidentally insulted him and told him he obviously looked like he just woke up.

Time goes on, he orders bacon & eggs (so basic) and asks for some chapstick. He Facetimes, texts, calls and gets waited on by like 6 waiters. My mom and I carry on as normal as we could which really wasn’t normal at all. His food comes in less than 5 minutes and I make a loud comment about where the f*** my huckleberry pancakes are.

When my meal FINALLY came (I’m impatient when hangry) I momentarily forgot about my kind-of-sort-of brunch companion/future boyfriend and focused on the fluffy stack of dank-ass pancakes in front of me. I dig in like a barbarian and my mother kindly noted later that Justin kept looking as I shoved entire pancakes in my mouth at one time. I don’t know why she didn’t tell me to, I don’t know, be cuter and cut my food before I ate it?

My mom and I start talking about the Power Ball lottery and Justin chimes into the conversation for maybe 5 minutes. A stupid waiter comes up and interrupts the conversation and I return back to my berry delicious brunch.

In the next and final interaction ft. me & my BF J.Biebs he kills a bee with his fork and it falls into his glass of water. He starts giggling so I turn around and then promptly say, “I’ll give you 5$ if you drink that water.” No, he didn’t drink it but I got him to laugh and smile and honestly that’s all I need to sustain my happiness for at least 5 years.

I had planned this blog post to be solely about some bomb AF pancakes. I researched countless restaurants in L.A. in hopes of finding some kind of huckleberry somewhere. When I saw that the Rooftop Grill at the Montage Hotel had huckleberries in cake-pan form I knew I needed to go and then recount the spiritual experience on my blog. The addition of Justin Bieber was the melty peanut butter to my oatmeal and also the defining fact that I will never experience a better meal.