LA was a hoot! A crazy whirlwind up all night, drink too much, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, hoot!
Upon our arrival Friday night we were greeted by sparkling conversation accompanied by a fresh bottle of sparkling wine and Fernet-Branca. Distilled from over 40 herbs and spices including myrrh(!), Fernet is one of my favorite spirits though I will admit it is an acquired taste. Upon my first trying of it I likened it to drinking a liquor made from distilling cigar boxes but in a good way. I will tell you though, no matter how much you may like it, getting boozed up on a combo of it and champagne can make for a rocky, dehydrated hang over the next day.
Fortunately, our stellar hostess with the mostess, Ms. Nice greeted us with this awesome breakfast spread including pumpkin schnapps shots to dull the pain the next morning. Yes, I said pumpkin and no we did not actually drink it so much as look at it and laugh at how nasty it is.
That night I had the delicious, delicious tan tan men at Kouraku in Japan Town. While I have to admit it was not the absolute best ttm I've ever had it finished in a strong second to Edokko here in Sac which is saying something. In addition to the soup we also sampled the shu-mai and garlic spinach, the combination of which sent my lingering hang over packing.
I pulled this pic off of yelp as I was way too tunnel visioned on my dinner to bother snapping any pics.
The Real Boss Hoss was rad(!) and populated with so many people I haven't seen in so long. I also scored a copy of Mike Lucas' new page-turner Devil Born Without Horns. Mr. T's bowl is a an interesting place. I sorta wish it existed in Sac but without the tweeky alien/robot-esque staff that runs the place. I also now know for future reference that front loading at the bowl is advised as the drinks inside are about a million $$$ a piece.
The next morning we hit Clifton's Cafeteria for brunch and as OMF said, "I can't believe that if I had died yesterday I would have never known the joy of Clifton's." So true! It not as cheap as a place like this seems like it should be but the interior totally makes up for it. I've heard rumors that it's owned by the employees although I have not had that verified. Visiting Clifton's has sparked a desire in me to hit as many old school LA haunts as possible in my future travels. Philippe's French dip is next on my list.
The dim lighting in the place insured that the images I shot of my meal came out looking like they were taken in the year this sort of fare was en vogue. Trust me it was all quite tasty including the jello cubes, steamed spinach, and orange ole.
From Clifton's the Ol'man and I visited Another Year in LA which was pretty great. It's an art gallery located along with a few other art galleries in the former Capitol Records pressing plant in Highland Park. The current show up features work by LA artists who also own galleries. There was a video piece by fette that was super cool amongst other things.
My culinary adventure through LA ended with El Pescador which is about a block from the gallery and features some of the best seafood I've ever had. This morning I woke up kicking myself for not trying their ceviche. Stupid, stupid!
Our whirlwind trip ended with a late night drive home which has become our standard on weekend trips to the city of angels. I suppose you got no choice if you wanna cram it all in...