Migrating Emoticons
This check, from a meal Gregg and I had yesterday, reminds me of a John Callahan cartoon: On the left panel, a New Yorker, shouting "Fuck you!" (Translation: "Have a nice day.") On the other side, an Angeleno, smiling and saying, "Have a nice day!" (Translation: "Fuck you!").
In case you're wondering (from the 5:57 time-stamp), we eat lunch at 6pm, and dinner at 10pm, making it somewhat hard to find open restaurants in Los Angeles. It's hardest to find them in the Valley, where everyone apparently goes to bed after drinking a glass of warm milk at 8:30pm.
We once went to a French restaurant on Ventura Boulevard at 9:30pm, and the maitresse d' told us we could only stay if we ordered immediately and were out by 10pm. Of course, we were out in about 30 seconds, and ate instead at CafÈ Bizou, well-noted in Zagats by the customer reviewers (and perhaps friends and employees of the restaurant?)...because the cuisine was, at best, Wyandotte French. (The scary Wyandotte just downriver from Detroit, that is.) (corrected from "east side" thanks to Gregg)
"in the Valley, where everyone apparently goes to bed after drinking a glass of warm milk at 8:30pm."
Glass of warm milk? I think the Valley folk are more geared toward Ambien with a Chardonnay chaser.
Lena Cuisina at October 10, 2004 11:55 AM
You don't want to accuse scary Wyandotters of being from the East Side. WYANDOTTE IS D-O-W-N-R-I-V-E-R! ! !
It's a major difference, like between Cleveland and Paris. WYs get the major pollution and genetic mutations first.
You know what runs downriver and it ain't ambrosia.
Gregg Sutter at October 10, 2004 12:21 PM
Oops! Clearly, just as they advertise ugly-ass nebulous neighborhoods within a half-hour's drive of Beverly Hills as "Beverly Hills-ajacent," I grew up "Detroit-adjacent," in the white-flight strip-mall flatlands. Tragically, I was unable to run away to New York City until I was "of age."
Amy Alkon at October 10, 2004 1:26 PM
i remember reading a news feature story once about research that showed that waitresses who left a smiley face on their bills got a bigger tip -- but waiters who did the same got, uh, less.
Bizou used to be good, but now too crowded with trendy big hair types ... and too crowded at the bar. Too bad.
Try Le Sanglier in Tarzana for good food.
david at October 11, 2004 2:40 PM