Border Grill in Santa Monica
Border Grill in Santa Monica
Last week I announced that I would do a Cinco de Mayo series highlighting Mexican restaurants that either have exciting dishes or are staples in the LA area. The first was Guisados and after them, I was ready to try the next restaurant. Too bad things didn’t go as smoothly. Instead, work got a hold
Hermosa Beach Fish Shop in Hermosa Beach
As April comes to a close and May creeps onto the calendar, I can only think of one thing: summer’s almost here! I like summer because it means there will be constant sunshine, impromptu beach adventures, and—if the universe moves in my favor—a summer fling. But I also dislike summer because of my car’s confused
Guisados in Echo Park
Cinco de Mayo is right around the corner and I know there are a ton of restaurants gearing up to make the best Mexican dishes just for you (hey, and me too). Knowing that, I thought it would be great to highlight these spots prior to the big day. I pulled out a pen and
Knuckle and Claw in Silver Lake
Sometimes I have crazy food cravings. I’ll be going about my regular day and then suddenly it comes out of nowhere: “I need some pizza!” or “What happened to all the ice cream I ate?” To a point, I feel like a hungry pregnant woman. Only thing is I don’t get a party with gifts
Bombo in Downtown LA
I know that I’m fat on the inside, and kind of on the outside too. But last week, my fatness reached a new level as I encountered my own fat sense. It’s like a Spidey sense, but it doesn’t have a cool costume or web slinging abilities. Instead, it’s an ability to know that something
gochew in Downtown LA
A few weeks ago I went through a crummy break up and the timing was so inconvenient. Not that there’s a good time for a break up, but if I could schedule it, it would happen on a different day. Why? Because my new found single life just happened to land on the day I
Trencher in Echo Park
Once in a while, I struggle to find something for lunch. There may be five to ten restaurants around, but my gut might be so indecisive that I can’t pick a place (or even a cuisine) to eat. This happened yesterday before lunch. Although I work just outside of Downtown LA and have plenty of
Pizza of Venice in Altadena
What’s a great way to annoy me: stuff my mailbox with flyers. If I had a hit list, Penny Saver would be at the top of it. However, if your flyer just happens to have images of delicious food and even a freebie, then my annoyance will turn into excitement. Last week I got a
Pier 76 Fish Grill in Long Beach
This past weekend, my inner kid came out as my boyfriend and I went to the Aquarium of the Pacific. As we walked throughout the exhibits, I found myself saying, “oooh” at the sea lions or “ahhh” at the jellyfish. It was annoying how uncontrollably giddy I was looking at all of the sea animals.
Home in Los Feliz
Not too long ago I had a borderline miserable job that gave me a crummy 45-minute lunch. It was the kind of lunch where the moment I clocked out I would have to run to my lunch locale, push over anyone in my way (sorry granny), try to cut the line, and then scarf down