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The rain had let up a bit, so in between downpours on my circuitous route home, I happened upon Los Angeles Thai Cafe. The most enticing thing about it from the outside was that I could make an easy left off of Fountain to get into the parking lot, where there were actual empty [...]

Tonight’s menu: Thai Bistro, at Fountain & Edgemont
We’ve tried Thai from right around the corner in our neighborhood (near 3rd & Vermont) and have been consistently disappointed, so I was pleased to see a new flyer hanging from our door announcing an old place that is newly delivering to our area. Tonight was its premiere [...]

When I moved from Los Feliz to Koreatown, I knew I would miss Electric Lotus and the proximity of Paru’s to my apartment. Paru’s is still relatively close by and I’ve celebrated my birthday there on the outdoor patio for the last two years, but when it comes to close-by Indian food, I’ve found [...]

I will admit: I never knew where Gardena was before that day I stepped into Guiliano’s Delicatessen and Bakery (that said, I’ve lived in the Los Angeles area for 24 years, and have lots–lots–to learn).
So it was that came across Guiliano’s, via a friend who decided to take me out to lunch. We drove from [...]

Somehow the Edendale Grill has always been in my peripheral vision. Perhaps this happened when I made the move from Los Feliz to Koreatown. I should now be able to frequent The Edendale with the money saved on rent in that move–and after Friday night, I certainly plan to try.
My most special poetess friend [...]

Chloe is such an aesthetically pleasing name. It’s in a place mostly unknown to me–Playa del Rey. The interior of Chloe was a little cramped and the acoustics somewhat frenetic and slightly unbearable for my tastes, but that was cured by the good company and libations.
Half a bottle of chardonnay accompanied our meals. [...]

On my way to dinner, I walked past houses smelling of dinnertime, then the stench of trash, and finally, at the corner of Sunset and Kingsley, the overwhelming scent of not pizza, but potatoes, from a pizza parlor, the kind of potatoes encrusted in golden batter, more substantial than the chicken, spiced and thick and [...]

The darkness was welcoming, but I often find darkness welcoming. Sunday afternoon, early dinner. Drinks before. The celebration of another 30th birthday, and we toasted to that. My drink: mango juice, expensive vanilla vodka. I carried it to our table, further into more darkness, and sat down in a nice ample booth where we could [...]