Big D’s Burgers in Whittier
Big D’s Burgers in Whittier
I was standing at the hostess desk asking the waitress, Jen, if I could have a table for two. Looking around at the very small dining area, I had a feeling that would take a while. With an expression that blended optimism and skepticism, she told me that the wait would be about 20 minutes.
Urban Radish in Downtown LA
I don’t think I’ve ever eaten in a grocery store. Actually that’s not true, I have. Whenever I’m grocery shopping and I have my purse spoon handy, I might take a few samples of ice cream before I buy it. Sure I get a few looks from the store employees, but if I broke the
Magnolia House in Pasadena (A Year Later)
Magnolia House was dark. Not the creepy, “who just touched my elbow” dark. More like the “I’ve had a long day and the dimness of this place is relaxing my life” dark. It was exactly what I needed. As my body began to calm down from work and traffic, I took a moment to walk
Comoncy in Studio City
Every now and then I get into a breakfast slump. The kind of slump where I’m so uninterested in breakfast that I would rather sleep through the birds chirping, ignore my stomach growling, and simply roll out of bed in time for lunch. The other day, I planned to bypass breakfast altogether until my foodie
Tom’s Urban in Downtown Los Angeles
Heidi: Danielle! Guess what I got! Me: Two tickets to paradise? Heidi: No, I got— Me: Hit on by a cop? Heidi: Danielle, no. I— Me: Oh god, you have webbed feet don’t you? Look, I’m sure they can cut little slices in between your toes and– Heidi: DANIELLE! Poor Heidi was eager to tell
Gudetama at Plan Check in Downtown LA
“Turn that frown upside down, Gudetama, you’re the life of the party!” Those words of encouragement didn’t do much to put Gudetama in a peppy mood. It was probably because he knew we were all going to take a bite out of the little yolk. It was true, myself and a number of foodies were
Lodge Bread in Culver City
It’s just before 11am, I’m sitting in my car in Culver City, and there’s a woman shouting at the top of her lungs. She’s not crazy, but she’s going to drive me crazy. She’s squeezing a horn and shouting, “Tamales! Tamales!” as she pushes a cart down the street. Dear Lord. I jump out of my car
Beach Nation in West Hollywood
It was 10am and I was having a pretty rough start to the morning. I was slightly hungover and I had made the horrible mistake of telling TJ that I would take him to LAX. Earlier this year I vowed never to taxi anyone to the hub of confusion and traffic that is the Los
Local Table in Downtown LA
Have you ever thought how much pressure we put on lunch? Sure breakfast is the most important meal of the day and dinner is communal, but lunch is the one that sustains us in a critical part of the day. Lunch is where we run to when we need something to fill us from being
Esterel at Sofitel Los Angeles in Beverly Hills
“We have all of the specifics for your dinner, ma’am” said the host. I wanted to respond with “Rodger that”, but this wasn’t Mission Impossible. Instead, this was dinner; and not just any dinner. This was a course-after-course, lavish, dining engagement at Esterel in Beverly Hills. This dinner would be exceptional and if I choose
