Glass Door in San Diego
Glass Door in San Diego
Dear Chef Carlos, This sucks. It’s never fun to give bad news, but I think it’s important to do so because it could lead to improvements. Please understand, the reason I didn’t say all of this while I was in the restaurant was because it was extremely busy the day of my visit. There was
Fig Tree Café in San Diego
Since the start of the month, my life has been non-stop, which is both a good thing and a bad thing. The good part is I got to work on a TV show. “Oh my gosh, I wasn’t expecting this Academy Award!” I know, I’m getting ahead of myself. The bad part is I need
Carmela Ice Cream in Pasadena
My driver’s license may show that I’m an adult, but I’m really not. Regardless of my age, I still do very childish things when I know better. I’m not immature, but I’m not-not immature. Yes, that double negative was necessary. One of my childish habits that I can’t break is eating ice cream in place
The Raymond in Pasadena (Dinner)
“Come with me and you’ll be, in a world of pure imagination”. You know that song right? It’s “Pure Imagination” from, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. It’s also the song that played in my mind when the waitress, Lainey, placed the first plate of food in front of me. The sound of Gene Wilder’s
Bombo in Downtown LA
I know that I’m fat on the inside, and kind of on the outside too. But last week, my fatness reached a new level as I encountered my own fat sense. It’s like a Spidey sense, but it doesn’t have a cool costume or web slinging abilities. Instead, it’s an ability to know that something
Donut Friend in Highland Park
The other day my coworker asked me the most random question, “What’s your favorite nut?” I thought about it for a second and responded, “Donut.” Peanuts are overrated, walnuts are ok, but donuts are always perfect. Ever since he asked me that, I struggled to have a stream of thoughts without one of them being
Big Kitchen Cafe in San Diego
When I’m in a city where I’m unsure of where to dine, I prefer to ask someone who knows. Common sense, right? Every once in a while, the earth moves out of orbit and for some reason, the person who knows where to eat comes to me. That happened when I was visiting my friend,
Trencher in Echo Park
Once in a while, I struggle to find something for lunch. There may be five to ten restaurants around, but my gut might be so indecisive that I can’t pick a place (or even a cuisine) to eat. This happened yesterday before lunch. Although I work just outside of Downtown LA and have plenty of
Pier 76 Fish Grill in Long Beach
This past weekend, my inner kid came out as my boyfriend and I went to the Aquarium of the Pacific. As we walked throughout the exhibits, I found myself saying, “oooh” at the sea lions or “ahhh” at the jellyfish. It was annoying how uncontrollably giddy I was looking at all of the sea animals.
The Raymond in Pasadena
A lot of people have a bucket list. It’s full of places to explore, celebrities to meet, or adventures to have. For myself, I have a restaurant bucket list. It’s made up of places I want to try because they make appetizing food or are highly recommended; all narrated (in my head) by Morgan Freeman
