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  • January 29, 2010 5:04 am

Fresh Corn Grill 002

When I was a filthy younger man, I once neglected to wash my bed sheets for a very long time.

It sort of became a running joke. One, I am now embarrassed by.

Instead of washing them, I eventually just bought new sheets.

The cheapest I could find. Probably 30 thread count. With the option to purchase more threads as finances permitted.

I took the old sheets and lovingly hid them behind my friends couch.

The next morning I wake up to see them lying next to our apt. building’s pool.

There they sat for many weeks.

Whenever we hung out at the pool, we occasionally threw them on people who were relaxing in pool chairs.


One day, at a gathering at another apartment in our Melrose place-like building, I threw them on someone’s face.

As she pealed them off, she had a look of shock.

“They actually smell clean, Bun!”

Apparently, weeks of fresh air and sunshine had transformed the fetid, funeral linens into Four Seasons bedding!

God’s Fabreeze, if you will.

Let’s switch to food now that we all still have our appetites.

Fresh Corn Grill is a cute joint in Westwood that comfortably seats about 3 people. And a hundred others are hovering like vultures waiting for your table.

You have to arrive for lunch at 9 a.m. to avoid this.

Their thing is corn and grilling. How can you go wrong?

I had the Fresh Corn Grilled Salad (pic at top) and a side of the corn chowder.

Fresh Corn Grill 001

Light, healthy and delicious. They actually scrape the corn off the cob, as you’ll see the large chunks in all your food.

They put corn in everything.

I’m surprised there aren’t niblets floating in our water!

1510 Westwood Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90024
(310) 470-0414


  • January 28, 2010 5:49 am

Capriotti's 003

I pretty much hate everyone when I’m driving.

But nothing pisses me off more than when someone drives a sports car, slowly.

Is there really anything worse? Perhaps keying another man’s car.

That’s worthy of severe punishment. Even you, Carrie Underwood.

Sports cars are supposed to whiz past you and cause you to curse the drivers for risking lives!

This morning, I was driving behind an elderly man in a souped-up Mercedes, just puttering along as if he was in a Model T Ford!

He never ONCE peered in the rear view mirror to see the friendly hand gestures I was presenting him.


He just continued to defile his beloved vehicle by refusing to bruise the delicate accelerator.

Why can’t he join the rest of his ranks and drive a Lexus or Cadillac??! (or one of those newly recalled Toyota’s with the gas pedal that sticks…)


Capriotti's 001

This place is a zoo. It just opened up and it’s the absolute definition of a clusterf***.

I witnessed an altercation between a large, fat man waiting patiently for a table and a douchey talent agent who had just retrieved his sandwich and placed it on said table as soon as the loitering ladies who had occupied it had skedadled.

The fat man sat down anyway.

Profanity ensued.

Douche McGouche’s argument was that since the fat man hadn’t ordered yet, he couldn’t snag a table.

“Where’s your sandwich, asshole?” he protested.

The fat man didn’t (couldn’t) get up.

Inside, there were dozens of sandwich makers begging for orders and ONE LONELY CASHIER with an angry mob at her wake.

They crowd lit their sandwiches on fire, as torches, in protest.

The lack of balance irritated me. Like neon sunglasses.


I ordered the Bobbie. The Thanksgiving sandwich!

My second favorite sandwich ever consumed. It just got better with each obcenely large bite.

Shredded turkey breast, lots of really good stuffing and cranberries.

Each bite had plenty of everything. My bread runeth over.

I almost didn’t mind that the wait was so long I had to leave and eat at my desk. With the door closed. For everyone’s safety.

9683 Wilshire Blvd
Beverly Hills, CA 90212
(310) 858-1383


  • January 27, 2010 6:30 am

Kung Pao China Bistro 004

I finally saw the movie “Twilight” for the first time this week.

The only thing I really took away from it was that one of the characters mentioned “Kitsap County”, which is the area of Washington state that I’m from.

Oh, and the acting was dreadful.

I believe the only direction the actors were given was this:

“Look uncomfortable.”

“Look angst-ridden.”

“Look like you just ate lots of hummus and potato salad that’s been left out in the sun for an unknown period of time and it’s beginning to wreck havoc on your bowels, but you’re not ready to run for the toilet just yet.”

I don’t get what the fuss is about. However, I believe the older one gets, the more one picks everything apart.

I recently watched a movie I loved as a child. All I could do was comment on the awful special effects and the fact that the flying dragon in “Neverending Story” doesn’t look real anymore! SO disappointed.


So, where were we?

I had an awful day at work. My clients were all emailing me at once and wanting answers within minutes. What would they have done if I wasn’t at work that day? Implode? Most likely.

I had a business dinner at this little Chinese spot blocks from my house, located in the infamous Whole Foods plaza.

If you ever want to discover if you have any hidden homicidal tendacies, attempt to find a parking spot here on a saturday afternoon. You will be laughing hysterically as the police haul you away, the warm cadaver still stuck in your front grill.

Kung Pao has an amazing dish. The West Hollywood Wonton Soup.

It’s your basic, boring wonton soup, kicked up a few notches. Lots of wontons filled with tasty miscellaneous meat. Chunks of BBQ pork. Not too soggy bok choy. White meat chicken fragments.


Kung Pao China Bistro 003

N.R., my business partner in my sub shop venture, and I split a batch of really tasty egg rolls.

I love egg rolls, even bad ones. Even soggy ones filled only with ancient cabbage, thawed after being recently discovered at the back of a freezer.

Left there from when another restaurant occupied the space.

Kung Pao China Bistro 001

What are those red squares at the top, you ask?



7853 Santa Monica Blvd
West Hollywood, CA 90046
(323) 848-9888


  • January 25, 2010 3:00 pm

Mr Ramen 002

Once again, I had all intentions on attempting to visit Langer’s Deli, yet again.

I joined my friends Barnacle and Whale for a morning Yoga session in Silverlake. I struggled through much of it, and my stomach kept lurching each time I caught a glance at my grime-covered yoga mat. I believe it was once green in color.

We walked to the farmers market, tasted some jams and began our descent into downtown.

It was a beautiful day in LA. The snow-covered mountains were quite visible for a change.

But so was the line out the door to Langers.


After much deliberation, we drove to Little Tokyo and ate at Mr. Ramen.

We texted a LT expert who advised us NOT to eat there.

Too late. We were seated and we ordered several rounds of Gyoza.

mr ramen gyoz

I had the spicy beef curry soup. SO GOOD!

The yoga had obviously ramped up my appetite, so I drank every last oily drop.

That evening a strange, short man who lives in my apt. complex asked for me to help move his broken down, 1004 pound Television set into his spare bedroom.

This man lives in a horror movie memorabilia convention.

Besides the obligatory life-size coffin and enormous guillotine, he has the original “Mother” corpse from the movie “Psycho”.


I had begun to worry I would not ever leave this place.

When I noticed the door to the spare bedroom was closed, I asked if we could open it as to make the transition smoother.

He paused.

“Uh..well..the cats are in there.”

Red Flag Alert!

I was obviously a dead man.

My limbs were as sure as gone. Resting comfortably in a frozen, compact climate.


When I eventually convinced the man of the need to eventually open the freaking door, he conceded and the strong scent of kitty litter wafted past me, as strong as that of my yoga mat!

The TV was so damn heavy we ended up dragging it across the carpet to the bedroom.

I looked around, knowing I would be spending my remaining living days in that room, cats gnawing at my cheeks. Both sets.

Luckily, I was wrong and was permitted to leave.

I still sleep with one eye open.

341 E 1st St
Los Angeles, CA 90012
(213) 626-4252


  • January 22, 2010 5:23 am


Please note, in the middle of the worst storm in the history of 2010, I still plan on braving the elements and paying good money to have food prepared for me.

Beginning Monday, you can look forward to musings on the following restaurants throughout the week:

Yen Sushi
Langer’s Deli
Sweet Love Hangover
Fresh Corn Grill

By the way…

I did something awful today.

Something despicable.

I stole from the blind.

I received a little donation request in the mail. It was chock-full of blank birthday cards, joyfully featuring leaping puppies and frolicking kittens (one had an old, crusty dog with a phone in it’s mouth)

I snatched them for myself and threw away the rest of the solicitation.

No retina surgeries for them!

How bad was that really?


I always steal the address labels that come with my quarterly Feed The Children mailing.

Do I ever use those labels? Uh, no.

Did I just purchase a golden ticket to Hell?

Uh, yes.


  • January 20, 2010 3:26 am

angelique #1

Here’s the thing.

We didn’t intent to come here. We wanted to go to Langer’s Deli for the world’s best pastrami sandwich.

We drove downtown, in the middle of a Class V Rainstorm (lightly drizzling if you live anywhere but LA)

I parked the car next to a phone store which seem to be having a going-out-of-business sale, there was a line out the door and every single person was on their phones. (Were they testing out the merchandise??)

It was quite a chaotic scene! The McDonald’s next door was so crowded, they must have been having their own going-out-of-business sale.

As we began to skip to the restaurants’ front door, we passed a homeless person (of undetermined gender) rolling around in the street next to the curb. There appeared a man (or woman) standing above her/him, just staring.

Unfazed, we approached the empty, dark diner. “CLOSED ON SUNDAYS”


I had even printed out the directions, which stated this fact clearly. I had pastrami on the brain.

As we headed back to the car, eager to get out of that sketchy neighborhood, I noticed a different person staring at the writhing bum. Like a beetle on it’s back.

We were getting hungry and had to eat something. So we drove aimlessly around downtown, searching.

We made several McDonald’s jokes as we passed about 17 of them. (We only passed 15, but 17 sounds funnier)

Everything was closed.

Except for Angelique.

Located on burgeoning Main street, this neighborhoody little french joint was quite welcoming.

They welcomed us with an amazing Croque Monsieur (grilled ham and cheese with bechamel sauce) and some AMAZING FRENCH FRIES. They actually tasted just like McDonald’s fries!

We all ordered quite possibly the world’s tastiest drink (Orangina) and guzzled it down like a Bedouin after a sandstorm.

We could have hung out there forever, it was so casual and friendly. The kind of place you can just show up for a quick bite in your jeans and t-shirt because you live in the loft upstairs from it and you are secretly sleeping with the slightly unclean waitress.

840 S Spring St
Los Angeles, CA 90014
(213) 623-8698


  • January 19, 2010 5:34 am

Larchmont Wine and Cheese

As an owner of a sub shop, I often find it necessary to check out the competition.

I don’t want to, I have to. It’s all research, people. I take no pleasure in constantly devouring all these delicious creations.

I believe that Larchmont (and Bay Cities Deli) closely resemble the sandwiches my delivery-only shop makes.

Which is why I must take them down. To Chinatown.

LVWSC is an uber-cute wine shop in the uber-wealthy Larchmont neighborhood. The surrounding homes are so large, they must be ingesting steroids and I really kind of hate anyone that is lucky enough to live there.

LVWSC makes gourmet sandwiches in the back, they have about 7 signature subs available. So far, I’ve loved all I’ve tried.


I, usually being a big piggy, can only finish half at a time.

The bread is nice and crusty and the meats are of high quality. (Pictured above is the Tuna, refreshingly NOT chunk light).

The servers usually look like they hate their life (and hate you) so don’t be offended when you spot their sour expressions.

Just be sure to knock over a bottle of wine in retaliation. When they try to make you pay for it, secretly insert a hair into your sandwich and demand a full refund.

Which is why I can never come back here.

233 N. Larchmont BLVD
Los Angeles, CA 90004
(323) 856-8699


  • January 18, 2010 7:22 pm


This burger was damn good. Done.


  • January 15, 2010 4:16 pm

disneyland - ava and mickey

“How come you never blog about your poor family?”, my mother kvetches.

Well, Mom. Here ya go. Don’t flinch.

I promised myself I would never come to Disneyland again, unless I went with a child.

I’ve frequented Disneyland sans youngin’s more times than I’d like to admit. So, when my mother, sis and niece boarded their private jet headed directly to Anaheim, I couldn’t resist.

I know Disneyland in and out, through and through. It’s borderline weird.

However, I’m no Disney expert, I haven’t seen most Disney movies. But darn if I don’t know exactly where in the Magic Kingdom to get the best Monte Cristo sandwich in SoCal.

When I tried to get it again, I was brutally rebuffed (“Sorry Sir, we’re not able to accomodate anyone without a reservation.”)

Really? I’m surrounded by jean shorts and fanny packs and multiple lanyard-wearing middle America! How on earth do THEY know to make a reservation before I do?!

Here’s my sis and my niece, enjoying a Mickey Pretzel, one of many.

Disneyland w Family 2010 002pretzel

My niece Ava is adorable. And she loves princesses. At least that’s what she puts on her Match.com profile!

disneyland - ava and cinderella

Does a four year old really get what a relationship with a prince entails? Does she comprehend Happily Ever After?

It must be instinct.

So, to quell this obsession with the impending disappointment which is the fairy tale, I decided it was a good idea to take her on a super fast roller coaster and scare the crap out of her.

I felt SO bad.

I had no clue the Big Thunder Mountain Railroad went so fast. My mom was also freaking out.

She must have been in shock because she didn’t cry in the entire time.

Until we got off. Her face exhibited pure terror and fear (and lots of crying).

Because of this trauma I had induced, we were unable to convince her to ride the super slow Snow White ride, even after waiting 30 minutes in line.

She saw that cart roll up and she began screaming as if we had just demanded that she skydive!

So, the rest of the day, we rode the baby rides and feared what weird thing would freak her out next.

disneyland - ave dramatic

Apparently she has no interest in seeing any of the bugs in A Bug’s Life.

We had to lie to her for the Soaring Over California ride and tell her she would be flying over lots of Princesses.

disneyland - bryan n ava

For dinner I had some salty ass chicken strips and fries. Tasty. But salty. My eyes instantly swelled shut.

Disneyland w Family 2010 024chicken

For the next night’s dinner, I had a pulled pork sandwich and cole slaw.

Aww, cole slaw.

Just looking at this mayo-infested concoction made me run to the restroom.

The slaw stuck with me, well into the next day. It wasn’t pretty.

But this funnel cake made up for it.

Disneyland w Family 2010 023 funnel cake

The next morning, we had a breakfast buffet at Goofy’s Kitchen. Another way Disney likes to snatch cash directly from your wallet while smiling wide and taking your picture (and then charging $30 for it).

Instead, we snapped our own photo of Goofy, later in the day. Or is that Pluto?

Disneyland w Family 2010 076ava w goofy

The buffet is famous for their Peanut Butter and Jelly Pizza.

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Here’s the “It’s a Small World” Ride. Perhaps the most annoying song in existance.

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My unlucky mother fell down the stairs in her home on New Years’ Day (“I have a feeling that is going to set the tone for the whole year”), so we had to take it easy.

She mentioned that after day two her feet might shatter into smithereens.

I felt bad but I was a drill sergeant, regardless. We had tea cups to ride and pretzels to scarf down, dammit.

Disneyland w Family 2010 015tea cups

Mom, in honor of your birthday, this blog’s for you!!

disneyland - mom n me


  • January 13, 2010 4:46 am


The staff at this haimish Kosher spot wear T-Shirts that say “Have a Nagila Day”.


Nagila is broken up into two restaurants, one side for the pizza and veggies and one side for the meat, as to keep..well…Kosher.

Do I need to capitalize Kosher?

And let me kvell for a second, I think the picture I took looks delicious. I mean geshmak.

I always get the same thing here. The Combination Plate.

You get four deli salads, a few Falafel balls and delicious, warm pita.

The tabouli is super minty fresh. If you hate mint, avoid it. And then remove yourself from my presence.

The Israeli salad and the corn salad are amazing, as is the hummus. The falafel balls are a bit small (I said balls) but they’re worth it.

I smash a little bit of everything into my inviting pita, and each bite is heaven.

I really should eat this whilst donning a welders mask as to protect the innocent, it’s not a pretty sight.

At Nagile, I see I am the only male diner not wearing a Yarmulke, but I was not dissuaded.

When every person in the joint stared at me and my friend (the only goyim) as we entered, I was not disheartened.

When this shmendrik ran screaming from the restaurant with hopes of stopping the mamzer meter maid from giving him a parking ticket, I did not chuckle.

Where on earth am I going with this?


9411 W Pico Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90035
(310) 788-0111