Restaurants
“He wants some food,” says Marianna. “But he only eats raw fish.”
Hmm... Keep thinking of that warm bar with the hugging hostess.
Five minutes later she arrives with my steaming torta. All wrapped in its own papoose.
“Our regulars?” she says when I ask what they eat. “Anything with gravy. Lakeside loves gravy.”
‘Do you know how to operate this projector?” asked H.R. Haldeman, President Nixon’s chief of staff. “Sure,” said Tony Vasquez. And from that day on, Tony, the guy sitting next to me at the counter, …
“Let’s stop right here, take it all home. Then fry it all up for breakfast tomorrow. Yes?”
“Name’s Ken,” says the guy on the right. “As in ‘Ken, still looking for Barbie.’"
“It’s fresh, not processed, and have you ever seen a fat Japanese guy? Except for sumo wrestlers?”
“It’s the border,” Rodrigo says. “So crazy. It stops good things happening all the time.”
I went here before the Paris massacre. Now I’m glad I did. Because it makes you remember what it is you love about the French. Like, Paris, and the café life they gave the world. …
You feel a little awestruck just walking around here. This is Scripps, maybe the biggest concentration of brainpower west of Harvard Square. Everyone has to have a PhD to even get in the door, seems …
I knew it the moment I hauled open the door. This. Is. A. Mistake. Could see the businessmen inside cracking their chopsticks apart, flattening down their silk ties. I mean, this is Nobu, right? The …
‘Ya-hooo! Drink Mountain Dew!” I’m in a museum here. On a side street in Lemon Grove, looking at this ancient wall ad. I like the last line, too: “It’ll tickle yore innards!” Next to it, …