Last night I went to a fun cocktail party.
Nibbles were promised, but instead a 35 course meal lay out for us.
I decided to not take any pictures of the delicious food and instead just snap a shot of the champagne and strawberries since we had just eaten at Della Terra and needed some booze to soak up all that food.
The following morning, I met my friend for a pretty challenging hike in Burbank. He’s running the LA marathon next weekend and needed to get some cross training in.
And it wouldn’t kill him to loose a few* pounds.
After the hike we were famished. We picked Ben’s because it was close and it looked like the perfect place to eat in our sweaty condition: GHETTO
Ben’s reminds me of a converted garage that someone crammed a few skanky booths in and asked all their female bowling buddies to help out waitressing.
There was a sign** boasting of the world’s best corned beef. Or was it just Burbank’s best?
Regardless, it WAS the best I’ve ever had. So tender. However, I think I’ve only had about 4 of them.
We also ordered the brisket, cheese and green chili sammie, which was pretty good***.
*50
**Hand written on the window
***Don’t bother, just get the corned beef
271 E Orange Grove Ave
Burbank, CA 91502
(818) 846-6227
Hey seriously it was all your advice that saved this nasty fat body from being utterly destroyed on that run, your the best B! Thanks again.
on a side note I’m in agreement over the whole spice issue in the previous blog. Got a bottle at the house that goes on everything.