Let me be honest with you for a sec;. I never got the appeal of that fish burger at the fast food chain with the golden arches. It always felt like going to a prostitute for a hug; i guess it’s aight but why go there for a hug? A hug needs love so you can definitely get a better one at home. Just like this Fried Fish Sandwich: flaky, juicy, and topped with homemade tartar sauce that takes this dish to a whole new level. A deeper one. Get it? Deeper? ‘Cause it’s a fish. Never mind.

A lifetime ago, i was visiting Miami during Winter Music Festival when i was still working in the music industry as a marketeer. I had been there the previous year, and despite my best intentions, I hadn't learned a thing about moderation. That particular morning, my hangover was hitting harder than ever—perhaps intensified by a random smoke session with none other than Waka Flocka Flame (a cherished memory, though my mom might not approve). While trying to survive the following monring, I stumbled upon a dish that felt like it punched the reset button on my soul: Loco Moco. This wasn't just breakfast; it was a resurrection.

Now, in Holland, we call pancakes ‘pannenkoeken’, and while tasty, we (that means you and me, buddy) are gonna level up the pancake game way beyond that. Why? Well, I like my pancakes like i like my women – thick and preferably stacked. And with that said, Dutch pancakes just don't hit that sweet spot. So i'm taking a page outta the States for this one; thanks America.