It happens all the time. You and your friend/lover go out to eat, and the drama ensues.
“Where should we go? Is it any good? Yelp! has conflicting reviews. I’m getting hungry. Let’s try this place here. But where was that other place I saw? What do you feel like eating? What do YOU feel like eating? Do you feel like Italian? I could eat Italian. But do you really want it? I’m hungry and cranky. Let’s just go to X” (the place they’ve been going for twenty years and eating exactly the same thing).
You shouldn’t be making these decisions on an empty stomach, and you shouldn’t be making these decisions alone. Which is why the “2010 Eat Los Angeles” guide exists. When the mood strikes, check the guide, which has been compiled by the EatLA folks, who, by the way, only bother to include places they consider tasty. The guide also includes purveyors of uncooked/unmixed food and drink so you can go home and make dinner and cocktails yourself.
It was a bummer that the movie “The Secret of Kells” only showed for a week last month. (Its Oscar-qualifying run.) But take heart. You have another chance.
“Kells” is a wonderful film about a young monk who becomes the great illuminator behind The Book of Kells, the medieval treasure that (literally) weaves pagan Celtic symbols into the Bible.
On this weekend’s Off-Ramp, Charles Solomon and I preview the movie for you, in advance of Charles’ appearance at the Egyptian Theatre Saturday afternoon at 1pm to intro the film. Tickets went fast for the Oscar qualifying run, so you may want to act quickly and plan to be there Saturday.
(Check out John's weekly show Off-Ramp.)
Top secret tracking number: TYE5UVH8S6BW
So I’m driving into work and I see this sign on the MTA bus in front of me.
It’s a good message, and one I agree with. So I immediately take out the soap and water and start washing my hands, to prevent the spread of flu.
All of a sudden, the bus stops unexpectedly for a red light or a pedestrian or something.
I slam into the back of the bus, and get a ticket. I go to traffic court, and sit next to a guy who’s coughing and sneezing, and … I got the flu.
Magic Number: TYE5UVH8S6BW
By now, you’ve probably seen that TMZ, the celebrity gotcha site, got gotcha’d itself with a JFK photo that turned out to not be a JFK photo, especially since it was taken several years after Kennedy was assassinated. TMZ’s own experts failed to realize it was a photo from a Playboy shoot.
The hullabaloo about this photo (above) totally scotched my chance to make it big with my own photo of JFK. It doesn’t feature topless babes cavorting with the famed Lothario-in-Chief, but it nevertheless could have changed history, because had I interviewed JFK back in the mid-1990s, as this photo undeniably shows, I could have been the next Pierre Salinger or even Bill Moyers, with my own PBS series, and I’d have a much bigger house.
To make a long story short, TMZ made me return the $1,000,000 cashiers check it sent me for this photo, saying its lawyers had advised them that, “no matter how carefully this photo was vetted, the current air of suspicious (sic) and jealousy would make its publication untenable. However, please keep us in mind for next time.”
I always forget just how good the coffee they serve in Vietnamese restaurants is (cà phê sua nóng).
First, they put a good dose of sweetened condensed milk in the cup, then they put the filter (which works like a Melitta) over the cup, and then you wait. And wait. The holes in the metal are so small it takes about ten minutes before your cup is ready, and it doesn't help to fiddle with the filter. You just have to wait. But when it's done, it's sweet and strong and rich. In the summer, pour it over ice (cà phê sua dá), but it's too cold for that now.
My favorite place for the coffee, Pho, and vermicelli with egg rolls and bbq pork, is Pho 87 at the northern end of Chinatown (1019 N Broadway 90012). It looks pretty dumpy, but the food is delicious, the service is fast and very friendly, and it's generally filled with all kinds of people, especially kids (teens and twenties) who aren't eating Taco Bell of McDonald's, which always makes me happy. (If you check out that Yelp link, I don't know what "Judy T" is talking about, saying there aren't any Vietnamese in the joint. Maybe she misunderstood and was looking for Viennese people?)