Della Terra 001

Today, I overheard the most painful elevator conversation that has ever taken place.

Picture it. Sicily. 1942 :

“Oh boy, I need some coffee” – Man

“I already had coffee. I’m moving on to tea” – Woman

HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!

The laughter over that banal comment was insane! I looked over to see if perhaps someone dropped something or passed gas.

“They need to invent a coffee IV” – Woman

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The entire elevator erupted in laughter.

Obviously Soupy Sales (or perhaps not a deceased comedian) suddenly entered, slipping on a banana peel!

I literally turned my head to the corner of the elevator, so the other passengers wouldn’t see my hatred of them.

“Would someone please tell me it’s Friday!” – Woman

“Yes, don’t worry. I can assure you it’s Friday” – Older Woman

I mean, just mention the weather and you’ve got the trifecta of the WSTE.

Worst Small Talk Ever.

I gunned them all down with my eyes as they exited the lift.

SO, we had a casual dinner tonight at Della Terra. A large, blandly upscale neighborhood spot which LA is famous for (exposed brick, votive candles, no personality), I don’t really have a bad thing to say about this place.

But that’s boring.

So I’ll make something up.

After we finished our prosciutto and burrata pizza and I dove into my very moist chicken and roasted veggies, terrorists burst in and took us all hostage!

Guns in our faces, we were forced to finish our meal, deal with the extremely friendly waitstaff and overall, have a very nice time.

It was horrific, please don’t make me relive it.

Della Terra 002

7675 Beverly Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90036
(323) 933-7675