It began with waffles and ended in Mac'n'Cheese.

Sit back, loosen your belt and prepare to commit diet suicide with my Vegas Diet. I actually had a To Do list for my time in America, not the naughty, little black book kind, nor the organised, FiloFax kind, I had to To Eat list and I am proud to say I ticked every box. There were a handful of quirky Mexican shacks in Laguna Beach, selling juicy burritos and fresh, crispy fish tacos I’d had my eye on from the word Go. I didn’t get to itch my scratch for a fish Taco until the Monte Carlo food hall. It was perfection; salty, crunchy, tangy goodness in a blanket of guacomole, nestled in a soft tortilla wrap. Next on the agenda, waffles. I first met Bruxie on Black Friday. We were ‘cruising’ back from Fashion Island in Newport when my eyes locked with Bruxie. I started with a Belgium waffle oozing with Tillamook Cheddar & Gruyere Cheese followed by another waffle gloriously stuffed with sweet cream and strawberries. Next on the agenda was a big, juicy burger with a side of hand cut, double, triple, quadruple fried chips and where better to indulge that in the Hard Rock Cafe with a beaker of strawberry lemonade? My quest for American cuisine ended in The Cheesecake Factory with a smooth, gooey, crusty baked Mac’n’Cheese… God save America!