so as soon as my boi zomato told me about this place, i knew i had to fly down to florida to try it out. sometime after arriving in florida, i stopped in for some pre-flight breakfast before heading back to omaha.
now, when you walk in, there will be only two old people dining in if it's a wednesday around 11:00 am. such was our experience. but listen, there really should be a sign upon entering that says, "order at the counter," cause it's not immediately obvious what you need to do as you first walk in. so homeboys, walk right in and order at the counter, or stand at the entrance like plebeians and get yelled at to order at the counter.
churro waffles. eggs. bacon. okay, so the churro waffle was tasty, but it wasn't a fluffly belgian waffle - it was a rather thin, tiny-squared, texturally unimpressive waffle any commoner like yourself could whip up in your 1-bedroom apartment kitchen, ya dig? all they did was toss some cinnamon and butter on there and called it a "churro waffle." don't be fooled. is pretty good, but not great. the eggs were exceedingly average, and the bacon far too crispy and bland for bacon. they do give you three blueberries with your bacon and eggs, so that's a thing. the fountain water dispenser coughs out a disoriented spray of floridan water, so be warned in advance - don't spray yourself like a scrub. there are lots and lots and lots of wine corks in this restaurant, just sitting about in various jars and vases and such. the bathroom was pretty neat. had a jazzy, cuban vibe. the paper towels sitting in an open cigar box was a dope touch. plus half a star. no pibb, minus half a star.
so yeah, della's. nothing special. if you're into that, fly on down to florida like i did and experience the height of mediocrity.
3/5