No one's denying the cops working for the Michael Jackson memorial service deserved lunch, but did they need to pay $50,000 and hike it in from 80 miles away, as opposed to paying $17,000 for boxed lunches from Subway in L.A.?
It's like the government's thousand-dollar hammer all over again...
Showing posts with label Los Angeles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Los Angeles. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Saturday, July 04, 2009
Viva la French dip!
It's as if the junk-food gods heard my call: Rizzo's French Dip, a place that only makes French dip sandwiches, and makes them in the style of L.A.'s Philippe's which invented the sandwich, opened just minutes from our house.
They don't have the choices Philippe's does. Rob and I went there once and I recall they had lamb and turkey French dips and other varieties ... but the buns are awesome and the sandwich a delight.
Speaking of Philippe's, there's another L.A. restaurant that claims IT invented the French dip, Cole's Pacific Electric Buffet. Obviously now that we've been to Philippe's, we need to hit Cole's the next time we visit Rob's family in L.A.
They don't have the choices Philippe's does. Rob and I went there once and I recall they had lamb and turkey French dips and other varieties ... but the buns are awesome and the sandwich a delight.
Speaking of Philippe's, there's another L.A. restaurant that claims IT invented the French dip, Cole's Pacific Electric Buffet. Obviously now that we've been to Philippe's, we need to hit Cole's the next time we visit Rob's family in L.A.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Box of broken dreams
My friend Kitty shares this intriguing article: Box of Broken Dreams, about a person who picked up a box of discarded junk and traced the history of a family from it. Fascinating.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
My neighborhood is cooler than your neighborhood!
Rob and I were laughing at this site (via Metafilter) which lets you pick two cities, and then purports to compare neighborhoods in one to supposedly similar 'hoods in the other.
We compared Seattle to Mpls, LA to Seattle, Mpls to St. Paul, and LA to Mpls, with hilarious results. I mean, first off, they use the terms that no one other than a realtor uses to describe a neighborhood, so you're not even sure you can find your area. And then, some of the comparisons are obvious (International District=Little Tokyo) but some are just bizarre. Some areas must just get matched up by average home price or diversity level or something, because if you know the two towns, they don't equal each other at all.
I mean, I do not know where in Seattle a neighborhood called the "Industrial District" is, but with that name, it's unlikely to pair up with Minneapolis' tony Linden Hills.
We compared Seattle to Mpls, LA to Seattle, Mpls to St. Paul, and LA to Mpls, with hilarious results. I mean, first off, they use the terms that no one other than a realtor uses to describe a neighborhood, so you're not even sure you can find your area. And then, some of the comparisons are obvious (International District=Little Tokyo) but some are just bizarre. Some areas must just get matched up by average home price or diversity level or something, because if you know the two towns, they don't equal each other at all.
I mean, I do not know where in Seattle a neighborhood called the "Industrial District" is, but with that name, it's unlikely to pair up with Minneapolis' tony Linden Hills.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Pass the vermin, please
Last year when I was in Beverly Hills for TCA (which is going on again right now, but I'm not there), my friend Sue came to visit me and we ate at the Newsroom Cafe. We sat outside and people-watched and it was just a nice night. I liked the name of the place and considered buying a shirt, but decided against it.
Apparently it's now vermin-infested. Whatever that means...how a restaurant stays completely within health-department regulations is beyond me.
Apparently it's now vermin-infested. Whatever that means...how a restaurant stays completely within health-department regulations is beyond me.
Monday, October 29, 2007
I've seen fire and I've seen rain
Will this amazing LA Times photo win the Pulitzer Prize? It would be deserved, I think.
When I worked at the Strib, a photo that had won the Pulitzer for the paper back in the 1950s or 1960s hung on the wall near an area where I often worked. It showed a cop in full 1950s police uniform, complete with cap, standing in the street next to a sheeted body of a young child and an overturned red wagon. That sad image said it all.
When I worked at the Strib, a photo that had won the Pulitzer for the paper back in the 1950s or 1960s hung on the wall near an area where I often worked. It showed a cop in full 1950s police uniform, complete with cap, standing in the street next to a sheeted body of a young child and an overturned red wagon. That sad image said it all.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Storming the castle indeed
Doc Hodges' Castle is on fire! Now it's called Castle Kashan, but Rob's childhood doctor built it and lived there for years.
It was also the setting for many "Rockford Files" and other TV shows/movies. You couldn't miss it if you drove PCH through Malibu -- what appeared to be a medieval castle, sitting on the hill majestically overlooking the ocean, a fitting sight with that perfect view.
Crap, now it looks like it's burned totally to ashes. Such a magical building, such a sad loss.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Oui oui!
We spent Memorial Day weekend with Rob's family in L.A., and on our last day there, did something we've been talking about for years: We finally ate lunch at Philippe The Original, the supposed inventor of the French Dip sandwich.
The sandwich was pretty darn good, and I loved the sawdust-on-the-floor, community seating atmosphere. But unlike most French Dips, they don't give you a bowl of au jus to dip your own. They dip it for you, but unless you specify "double dipped," which we didn't know, they only dip it once, and it's not as juicy as the best French Dips are. Rob was convinced his lamb French Dip didn't get dipped at all, but my beef sandwich was dipped only once, I think.
Still, a yummy treat, and the French rolls were to die for. The pamphlet they give out about the history of the place claims that a sandwich was once accidentally dropped in the pan juices. The customer, a policeman, took it anyway, and came back with friends wanting more dipped sandwiches.
Says the restaurant's Web site: "And so was born the "French Dipped Sandwich," so called either because of [owner Philippe] Mathieu's French heritage, the French roll the sandwich is made on, or because the officer's name was French. The answer is lost to history." Thankfully, the recipe is not.
The sandwich was pretty darn good, and I loved the sawdust-on-the-floor, community seating atmosphere. But unlike most French Dips, they don't give you a bowl of au jus to dip your own. They dip it for you, but unless you specify "double dipped," which we didn't know, they only dip it once, and it's not as juicy as the best French Dips are. Rob was convinced his lamb French Dip didn't get dipped at all, but my beef sandwich was dipped only once, I think.
Still, a yummy treat, and the French rolls were to die for. The pamphlet they give out about the history of the place claims that a sandwich was once accidentally dropped in the pan juices. The customer, a policeman, took it anyway, and came back with friends wanting more dipped sandwiches.
Says the restaurant's Web site: "And so was born the "French Dipped Sandwich," so called either because of [owner Philippe] Mathieu's French heritage, the French roll the sandwich is made on, or because the officer's name was French. The answer is lost to history." Thankfully, the recipe is not.
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