Photo Op: Sitton’s Butter, NoHo

Jesus Christ. Look at it. I just had quadruple bypass while ftp’ing the image. Let’s all take a small break from our daily activities to stare at a holy gigantic mound of fluffed butter.
I really don’t have much to say, other than Holy Fucking Shit Would You Look At That Giant Tower Of Butter Creaming Out The Top Of That Bowl Akin To An Ice Cream Sundae If Ice Cream Were Yellowish And Considerably More Detrimental. Brings up an interesting question. Which is more dangerous to eat, a bowl of ice cream or a bowl of fluffed butter? I’ll try both over the weekend and report back my findings. One step further, what’s the most dangerous food a person could possibly eat? Don’t say blowfish.
Sitton’s is ok in my book. I’d originally come to NoHo to check out a different diner which has apparently disappeared. Fortunately for yours truly, Sitton’s stepped up and sated my need for bacon and coffee. BACON! I said it. I’ll eat it. Hell, give me yours. Sitton’s embodies everything you’d expect from a diner in NoHo: Great diner coffee, stools, a few grungy actors, snappy service. Lower your expectations, lower your health, order up a plate of biscuits and gravy and don’t bitch if it’s cold. This is what diners are made of: Butter.
Sitton’s Diner
11329 Magnolia
818.761.3341
24 hours
Bonus Photos:
Signage, Dineage
Related: Were you aware the subject of the very first posting on losanjealous was a flying tub of margarine?


Christ, that’s a lot of butter. I just got my laptop online for the first time 8 minutes ago and that image is one of the first ever to shine on these virginal pixels. It is stunning at 1440×1050. It’s going straight to the wallpaper.
Looking back for first time in a while at our maiden post you linked, it’s reassuring to know we knew from the get-go it was all about dairy products.
Wow…it’s a veritable El Capitan of butter. The climber in me wants to scale it…and then get an angioplasty…
Behold the national butter monument, complete with reflecting pool
A million stars exploded into existence and a million million worlds died while I looked at that butter picture.
To the waitress I would so be like “Excuse me, but I ordered a LARGE!