Not many believe me when I say she can put it away with the best of them, only because she’s able to hide away those calories in some alternative dimension. A plate of slow cooked eggs for her, a buttermilk dipped fried chicken sandwich and side of house cured bacon for me (I now consider this my favourite bacon in all of Los Angeles). It was a wonderful unplanned brunch at Canele, with all proceeds that morning going to the Red Cross Haiti relief fund. Helping never tasted so delicious.

*I just realized Emily is making a Cosby-tastic expression. And to think, there wasn’t even a pudding pop in the vicinity.