To avoid jumping from a cliff, I've started my job search. In all fairness, I have to credit the job search from last summer for a few new friendships. Who knew these folks were so cool when they were a year ahead at b-school? And that they don't know ALL even though they are "second years." AS - one of those new friends - he keeps me sane by checking up on me in between buying scooby snacks. :)
Today at work, I decided to scroll through the b-school database. Figured it was worthwhile seeing where alums work in the bay area to see if anything sounded cool. Then I ran across two names that brought some interesting memories back...
Isn't it weird how you can completely forget about people for years and then it all comes back once you hear a name?
One gentleman was a year ahead of me in b-school. All I remember is seeing that movie Never Been Kissed with him in our dinky town cinema by school. A couple of years later, I tried to set him up with a close friend of mine. Needless to say, there was no love connection. But don't worry - she is happily married with a son.
How do you reconnect and ask for job advice when the last time you spoke was years ago after setting the person up on a bad blind date? We'll see how it goes after I talk to him...Apparently he still remembers me from his email - though he's forgotten my friend! Phew.
Even better was running across another fellow's name in the database. Clearly I won't be looking for a job at his company given what happened...
It was years ago when I was looking for an internship in entertainment. (And yes, I've learned the error of my ways since then...) R was always pretty cool - keeping in touch and asking how my career was going even after graduation. I think we actually met once when he was recruiting on campus too.
Years went by and he popped up again...this time to try and set me up with his brother-in-law. Hmmm...I guess I was flattered. I ended up talking to the BIL on the phone once - of course no chemistry. Then he emailed me wanting to hang out, etc. What do you do then? I felt like I was stuck. I didn't want to offend the b-school alum, but I didn't feel a connection with the BIL. And I had my hands full with all of the rowing club drama back then!
In typical girl fashion, I asked a girlfriend for advice---showing her the email. Because I had forwarded the email as an attachment, when she hit reply, it actually went back to the BIL who sent the original email. I know...but it gets worse. Below are choice selections from the email she sent to him (thinking it was going to me):
"I laughed and laughed out loud after I read his email. Oh my gosh!! I know this is going to sound very "high schoolish" but he is such a dork......Am I being mean? I hope not, because this guy has just got to go. ....Here is a sample response to this guy: "
I didn't even know this happened until I got an email from the BIL...forwarding my friend's email which he received...
OH MY GOD.
I had to read the email 3 times to understand what the hell happened. I pretty much sat there for a while like a deer in headlights. Then my phone at work rang...it was my friend AC.
It wasn't intentional, and she is one of my closest friends...so I got over it. But I was steamed for a while back then. It was like a bomb kept exploding in my face...
To this day, I have no idea if my b-school alum guy ever found out what happened. I felt terrible...but how do you recover from that? I sent a heartfelt apology to the BIL, but it was just the ever-exploding bomb. After stashing that little gem away with other low-lights in life...it all came rushing back when I saw his name again.
And you can stop cringing / laughing now. It didn't happen to you! :)
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Music Memories
Why don't I ever learn? Once I punch in my password, I should know that I will lose two hours of my life searching around iTunes listening to way too many 20 second segments. Should I buy this? Maybe I should listen to the same sample three times before I decide to plunk down $0.99?
I started this ordeal (oh god...now I have to download a different version of iTunes too?) because I heard a song recently that brought back very random memories. If I mentioned the song, no one would ever make the same connection as I do whenever I hear it.
Last week, I was walking around The Grove. I was in Victoria's Secret - the place that is launching The Spice Girls album. The song Viva Forever came on and my mind went to this trip I took with my friend KP at these amazing lakes in Italy. Seriously? Spice Girls and Italian lakes?
It was a couple of years after college when I met up with KP for the trip. (KP lived across the hall from me during my junior year in London.) Over the years, I have forgotten a lot of the details of the trip (though not those killer mosquitoes that attacked my legs or that chance meeting with MZ in Milan which led to random dinners in Boston and The Netherlands!). But I remember hearing Viva Forever in our hotel rooms that summer.
It's so involuntary and so instantaneous. It's really a wonder how the mind makes these kinds of connections. How they stay in tact over years with all the other noise that is going on. It's a mystery.
Some things I try to remember...and I can't. I'll get up from the sofa and find myself in the kitchen with no idea what I needed in the first place! But if you put me in the supermarket and play Kokomo by the Beach Boys...I guarantee you that I will know most of the lyrics. And multiply that by the songs by Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and Lionel Ritchie...
At least I have a new mix CD to show for all of my time today. I finally have The Last Kiss by Pearl Jam too. That story for another time.
I started this ordeal (oh god...now I have to download a different version of iTunes too?) because I heard a song recently that brought back very random memories. If I mentioned the song, no one would ever make the same connection as I do whenever I hear it.
Last week, I was walking around The Grove. I was in Victoria's Secret - the place that is launching The Spice Girls album. The song Viva Forever came on and my mind went to this trip I took with my friend KP at these amazing lakes in Italy. Seriously? Spice Girls and Italian lakes?
It was a couple of years after college when I met up with KP for the trip. (KP lived across the hall from me during my junior year in London.) Over the years, I have forgotten a lot of the details of the trip (though not those killer mosquitoes that attacked my legs or that chance meeting with MZ in Milan which led to random dinners in Boston and The Netherlands!). But I remember hearing Viva Forever in our hotel rooms that summer.
It's so involuntary and so instantaneous. It's really a wonder how the mind makes these kinds of connections. How they stay in tact over years with all the other noise that is going on. It's a mystery.
Some things I try to remember...and I can't. I'll get up from the sofa and find myself in the kitchen with no idea what I needed in the first place! But if you put me in the supermarket and play Kokomo by the Beach Boys...I guarantee you that I will know most of the lyrics. And multiply that by the songs by Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and Lionel Ritchie...
At least I have a new mix CD to show for all of my time today. I finally have The Last Kiss by Pearl Jam too. That story for another time.
Gobble Gobble
It's the day after Thanksgiving, and I'm surprisingly mobile. I ended up enjoying two holiday meals...before my late night snacks at home. I'm not kidding...two turkey meals...and I ate a tamale at home later! Why can't I get full?!
Earlier in the day I stopped by M and MJ's place in Canoga Park. They are my brother's college friends from back in the day. They always invite us over to share the day with their family. I can't pass it up because my brother is there...and they have this awesome dog. She's like a little fox but bigger. So gentle and sweet. I love when she tries to get food at the table with her little pudgy tummy sticking out.
Later, I booked it over to the marina to catch up with GB and DG. A round of applause for all the homemade goodies. The first time I ever had sweet potato biscuits. And I made sure to have three of them that night. I was amazed at the food DG cooked. Move over Chef Tom.
The best part of the evening was watching their niece and nephews playing charades. I can't put my finger on why I found them so funny. They all had this carefree way about them. Being silly but having a ball. It made me think about how dorky you can be around family and they still love you.
Am I old? The tv shows they were acting out were Next on MTV and Little People, Big World. Or is it more disturbing that I even know what those shows are? Thankfully no one tried to act out The John Laroquette Show...
We ended the evening with a wild game of Taboo. I must be getting old if reading Taboo cards is totally fun to me. Well...guessing is fun for me. I think I was close to an emotional meltdown having to actually give the clues. No one look at me!!! It's too stressful giving the clues! I managed to pull it together enough to give out the clues GB was whispering in my ear...
Earlier in the day I stopped by M and MJ's place in Canoga Park. They are my brother's college friends from back in the day. They always invite us over to share the day with their family. I can't pass it up because my brother is there...and they have this awesome dog. She's like a little fox but bigger. So gentle and sweet. I love when she tries to get food at the table with her little pudgy tummy sticking out.
Later, I booked it over to the marina to catch up with GB and DG. A round of applause for all the homemade goodies. The first time I ever had sweet potato biscuits. And I made sure to have three of them that night. I was amazed at the food DG cooked. Move over Chef Tom.
The best part of the evening was watching their niece and nephews playing charades. I can't put my finger on why I found them so funny. They all had this carefree way about them. Being silly but having a ball. It made me think about how dorky you can be around family and they still love you.
Am I old? The tv shows they were acting out were Next on MTV and Little People, Big World. Or is it more disturbing that I even know what those shows are? Thankfully no one tried to act out The John Laroquette Show...
We ended the evening with a wild game of Taboo. I must be getting old if reading Taboo cards is totally fun to me. Well...guessing is fun for me. I think I was close to an emotional meltdown having to actually give the clues. No one look at me!!! It's too stressful giving the clues! I managed to pull it together enough to give out the clues GB was whispering in my ear...
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Ken Olin
On one of my trips to Starbucks, I saw Ken Olin sitting outside at one of the tables with a couple of folks. He's the guy we all thought was handsome on Thirtysomething back in the day (also married to Patricia Wettig who is on Brothers & Sisters).
I remember seeing him at some random DGA event over the summer. (More of an excuse to eat at The Griddle Cafe next door; the recess time pancakes have coffee-cake-like struesel on top.) The event was part of Outfest (one of the characters on B&S is gay). A few of the producers and cast members were there - talking about how far tv has come...
They showed a clip from Thirtysomething where one of the gay characters talked about how he had the "requisite oriental flautist girlfriend" as his beard.
WHAT?!
Of course my friend GB wanted me to get up to one of the microphones during the Q&A to ask...
"So, I play the flute for the LA philharmonic. And my boyfriend doesn't want to have sex until we are married. Are you trying to tell me he's gay?"
Uh...only if you pretend you are the boyfriend. :)
I remember seeing him at some random DGA event over the summer. (More of an excuse to eat at The Griddle Cafe next door; the recess time pancakes have coffee-cake-like struesel on top.) The event was part of Outfest (one of the characters on B&S is gay). A few of the producers and cast members were there - talking about how far tv has come...
They showed a clip from Thirtysomething where one of the gay characters talked about how he had the "requisite oriental flautist girlfriend" as his beard.
WHAT?!
Of course my friend GB wanted me to get up to one of the microphones during the Q&A to ask...
"So, I play the flute for the LA philharmonic. And my boyfriend doesn't want to have sex until we are married. Are you trying to tell me he's gay?"
Uh...only if you pretend you are the boyfriend. :)
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Faith Can Move A Moutain
An "excerpt" from my mom's letter.
I had a good time watching the Red Sox play. God has been listening to me. Everytime I said only you can help them. One, two, three, and four then win. He did what I asked of God. If there's something that's important to you, please ask God to help you. Faith Can move a mountain.
If only she prayed this much for me to win the lottery...
I had a good time watching the Red Sox play. God has been listening to me. Everytime I said only you can help them. One, two, three, and four then win. He did what I asked of God. If there's something that's important to you, please ask God to help you. Faith Can move a mountain.
If only she prayed this much for me to win the lottery...
Sissy Spacek and Schuyler Fisk
I was wandering around The Grove today. I had met up with FL for breakfast at Square One (hello brioche french toast with bananas and citrus caramel) and figured I would head there since I was already out.
Not that I am any sort of fasionista, but I thought I would go into the Michael Kors store (the line for "the people" - not the expensive stuff). I got sucked into buying that beautiful orange wool jacket a few weeks ago. And I never pay full retail price...so I thought...maybe there is another little evil goodie waiting for me to splurge...
I knew that someone else was in the store from the clerks reaction. I turned around and noticed Schuyler Fisk. She was talking to someone and then called out, "Mom! Isn't this cute?!"
Of course I knew another lap around the tiny store was necessary. I pretended to be interested in oversized hobo bags I can't afford. And there she was...just a normal little lady with sunglasses on with her hair up in a bun.
That was enough for me. I left to go buy my brownie and croissant.
I know...I ate an hour before.
Not that I am any sort of fasionista, but I thought I would go into the Michael Kors store (the line for "the people" - not the expensive stuff). I got sucked into buying that beautiful orange wool jacket a few weeks ago. And I never pay full retail price...so I thought...maybe there is another little evil goodie waiting for me to splurge...
I knew that someone else was in the store from the clerks reaction. I turned around and noticed Schuyler Fisk. She was talking to someone and then called out, "Mom! Isn't this cute?!"
Of course I knew another lap around the tiny store was necessary. I pretended to be interested in oversized hobo bags I can't afford. And there she was...just a normal little lady with sunglasses on with her hair up in a bun.
That was enough for me. I left to go buy my brownie and croissant.
I know...I ate an hour before.
I Just Want A Little More
As promised, I returned (with LZ) to Zankou Chicken...the next night. Yes, I like to discover new things and then hit "repeat."
Didn't go for the falafel (this time) but sampled the tender rotisserie chicken. Why is that pita and hummus so good???
While we were waiting for our food, I tuned in to the most puzzling conversation.
John Doe: Could I get a little cup of hummus? I don't want a full order - just a little bit.
Cash Register Woman: We can't give it to you.
JD: I just want a little more hummus. I'll pay for it.
CRW: I'm sorry. We can't.
JD: Is there a manager or someone else I can speak to?
CRW: No. [4 other guys are behind the counter]
JD: Why can't I have a little more? I'll pay for it.
CRW: There's no button on the machine [cash register].
WHAT?!!!!
Needless to say, LZ and I couldn't stop laughing. But we left to sit down and enjoy our 1/4 white with fixins.
As we ranted about work stuff, we noticed JD and his friend get up to dump their trash out...and we noticed an empty little container on his tray that looked as though it had hummus in it before!!!
Didn't go for the falafel (this time) but sampled the tender rotisserie chicken. Why is that pita and hummus so good???
While we were waiting for our food, I tuned in to the most puzzling conversation.
John Doe: Could I get a little cup of hummus? I don't want a full order - just a little bit.
Cash Register Woman: We can't give it to you.
JD: I just want a little more hummus. I'll pay for it.
CRW: I'm sorry. We can't.
JD: Is there a manager or someone else I can speak to?
CRW: No. [4 other guys are behind the counter]
JD: Why can't I have a little more? I'll pay for it.
CRW: There's no button on the machine [cash register].
WHAT?!!!!
Needless to say, LZ and I couldn't stop laughing. But we left to sit down and enjoy our 1/4 white with fixins.
As we ranted about work stuff, we noticed JD and his friend get up to dump their trash out...and we noticed an empty little container on his tray that looked as though it had hummus in it before!!!
Nobody Move
I managed to get off my lazy butt and book a flight home for Christmas. I don't know why I wait and wait and wait to buy a ticket when Christmas is on the same day every year. It's not as though I need to adopt a "wait and see" strategy in case the day moves at the last minute. No, I must wait until the ticket becomes as expensive as it can be before I will buy it.
Thankfully I had miles (uh, 50,000!!!) to use instead of shelling out real cash. Oh well...seeing family is priceless, right?
After I threw the miles back to United, I had dreams of renting lots of movies and sitting in my PJs at home...eating snacks...listening to the cold wind blow outside. A smile crept across my face until I realized...I better be careful about the movies I rent...no R-rated movies...or be prepared for the awkwardness.
One of my favorite things to do is watch movies late at night with my dad. He's a night owl and so am I. It's quiet. He cooks me something. Even though I ate probably 3 hours before. We sit and watch together.
My dad NEVER really does anything for himself. He claims that renting movies or watching tv is a waste of time. If I rent the movie, however, he'll watch it. Otherwise it's a waste of money.
The problem arises when I rent anything that has a sex scene in it. How can you avoid it??? Don't get me wrong, my dad doesn't like the f-bombs thrown around or seeing random decapitations (though he did take me to see Platoon in the theater...)...but a sex scene is a totally different thing.
The room gets quiet. No one breathes. Nobody moves.
If the scene doesn't end quickly, I will hear my dad get up and head to the kitchen. Inevitably he'll return, but usually after being away long enough so as not to return to the end of the scandalous scene. But then he's always asking me what's going on!
Maybe we can all watch The Lion King and have my mom tell me how wise Mufasa was. :)
Thankfully I had miles (uh, 50,000!!!) to use instead of shelling out real cash. Oh well...seeing family is priceless, right?
After I threw the miles back to United, I had dreams of renting lots of movies and sitting in my PJs at home...eating snacks...listening to the cold wind blow outside. A smile crept across my face until I realized...I better be careful about the movies I rent...no R-rated movies...or be prepared for the awkwardness.
One of my favorite things to do is watch movies late at night with my dad. He's a night owl and so am I. It's quiet. He cooks me something. Even though I ate probably 3 hours before. We sit and watch together.
My dad NEVER really does anything for himself. He claims that renting movies or watching tv is a waste of time. If I rent the movie, however, he'll watch it. Otherwise it's a waste of money.
The problem arises when I rent anything that has a sex scene in it. How can you avoid it??? Don't get me wrong, my dad doesn't like the f-bombs thrown around or seeing random decapitations (though he did take me to see Platoon in the theater...)...but a sex scene is a totally different thing.
The room gets quiet. No one breathes. Nobody moves.
If the scene doesn't end quickly, I will hear my dad get up and head to the kitchen. Inevitably he'll return, but usually after being away long enough so as not to return to the end of the scandalous scene. But then he's always asking me what's going on!
Maybe we can all watch The Lion King and have my mom tell me how wise Mufasa was. :)
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Zankou Chicken
I managed to avoid the "let's all hug and go to In and Out burger for lunch" on Wednesday. But I found myself thinking about that burger all day. I just wanted it without strings attached...like having to pretend that I like my job.
On the way home, I thought about going to the one on Sunset near the big shoe warehouse place and the IHOP. [Growing up I thought that IHOP and International House of Pancakes were different places. What is this cool place called IHOP where the BC kids go after our night shift at Circle Cinema???] But I got distracted...like most times in my life.
For some reason, Zankou Chicken popped into my mind. In the year I have lived in Los Feliz, I never made a trip. I always heard good things about it. My brother loves it and brings it to the Hollywood Bowl for dinner a lot. What the hell...let's do it.
Wait...where is it again? Is it on Hollywood and Normandie? Hmm...so...I don't think it's on Hollywood or I missed it...it's dark outside.
Now this has become a mission. And no, I will not pay to call information on my cell phone. I would rather spend time and gas circling around where it "might" be.
Ten minutes later, I found it. Sunset and Normandie. Oh great...there is some good citizen directing parking lot traffic in the strip mall like space. No...I don't have money! I'm still dealing with the people at work who want me to buy Bose earphones for holiday gifts!
It's this bare bones operation inside. No chance of hiding that adolescent acne of mine...hello florescent lights. Total old school menu board - the white ones with grooves across them where you can stick the black plastic letters for your item names. The crazy picture board of each dish...with photos that look like they were taken in the 70s. And the faux wood booths that remind you of eating at Papa Gino's.
But the food is really good. I can vouch for the hummus and chicken shish kebab plate. Hello pita bread. Clearly I kept eating even when I was about to pop. As I was waiting for my order, I saw the man behind the counter making falafel...so you know I'm going back this week...
On the way home, I thought about going to the one on Sunset near the big shoe warehouse place and the IHOP. [Growing up I thought that IHOP and International House of Pancakes were different places. What is this cool place called IHOP where the BC kids go after our night shift at Circle Cinema???] But I got distracted...like most times in my life.
For some reason, Zankou Chicken popped into my mind. In the year I have lived in Los Feliz, I never made a trip. I always heard good things about it. My brother loves it and brings it to the Hollywood Bowl for dinner a lot. What the hell...let's do it.
Wait...where is it again? Is it on Hollywood and Normandie? Hmm...so...I don't think it's on Hollywood or I missed it...it's dark outside.
Now this has become a mission. And no, I will not pay to call information on my cell phone. I would rather spend time and gas circling around where it "might" be.
Ten minutes later, I found it. Sunset and Normandie. Oh great...there is some good citizen directing parking lot traffic in the strip mall like space. No...I don't have money! I'm still dealing with the people at work who want me to buy Bose earphones for holiday gifts!
It's this bare bones operation inside. No chance of hiding that adolescent acne of mine...hello florescent lights. Total old school menu board - the white ones with grooves across them where you can stick the black plastic letters for your item names. The crazy picture board of each dish...with photos that look like they were taken in the 70s. And the faux wood booths that remind you of eating at Papa Gino's.
But the food is really good. I can vouch for the hummus and chicken shish kebab plate. Hello pita bread. Clearly I kept eating even when I was about to pop. As I was waiting for my order, I saw the man behind the counter making falafel...so you know I'm going back this week...
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Pinkberry
My new obsession is the original pinkberry yogurt-like substance with pomergranate seeds.
So good that I got a medium to share with Lauren on Friday night...
and then went back for another cup "to share."
And then I got two more cups to go on Sunday...one for Sunday and one for Monday.
What is wrong with me?
It's the perfect blend of tart from the pomergranate and the little kick from the pinkberry. And so refreshing.
Even better while watching The Hills. :)
So good that I got a medium to share with Lauren on Friday night...
and then went back for another cup "to share."
And then I got two more cups to go on Sunday...one for Sunday and one for Monday.
What is wrong with me?
It's the perfect blend of tart from the pomergranate and the little kick from the pinkberry. And so refreshing.
Even better while watching The Hills. :)
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Holiday Gifts
Have you ever heard of someone saying no to the idea of donating money to those in need instead of getting "tangible" gifts for co-workers?
Yes...welcome to my work world.
No...I am not contributing to Bose earphones for some overpaid consultant...times 12.
If I drive my car with a cracked windshield, I am not throwing in cash to randoms just because.
On principle.
When did the holidays become about getting meaningless gifts for everyone you've made eye contact with in the last year?
It's just too much.
I think someone is getting peppermint bark.
Yes...welcome to my work world.
No...I am not contributing to Bose earphones for some overpaid consultant...times 12.
If I drive my car with a cracked windshield, I am not throwing in cash to randoms just because.
On principle.
When did the holidays become about getting meaningless gifts for everyone you've made eye contact with in the last year?
It's just too much.
I think someone is getting peppermint bark.
Can I Strike Too?
Can I strike in solidarity with the writers? They look like they are having fun. They have snacks. They get honks from passing cars. A lot of honks.
Who honks for the finance wonk?
The last week has been a bit of a blur. I've found myself looking up from the pile of papers on my desk wondering what the hell I'm doing.
What version am I on right now?
Oh god...now the strikers are being cheered on with drums.
And there goes the air horn.
Seriously?
Who honks for the finance wonk?
The last week has been a bit of a blur. I've found myself looking up from the pile of papers on my desk wondering what the hell I'm doing.
What version am I on right now?
Oh god...now the strikers are being cheered on with drums.
And there goes the air horn.
Seriously?
Am I working for the Man?
I was a bit disappointed with the picket signs. No ad hoc signs…everyone had the same standard issue sign. Red and black…WGA on Strike. That’s it?
I grew up having to cross pro-life picket lines—to get to my orthodontist. You can imagine what I saw as an innocent with a shiny metal smile. Uh…no…my dad didn’t drop me off to get an abortion while he looks for parking…
I know the writers think they are fighting for their rights…but what about my right to a normal work week? Couldn’t they think about the poor finance people who have to run strike scenarios late into the night? As the clock ticked past 9pm, I was thinking…those bastards are the reason why I’m linking 80 million spreadsheets now and not on my resume!!!
Oh - and I’ll never get residual payments for my work…
I grew up having to cross pro-life picket lines—to get to my orthodontist. You can imagine what I saw as an innocent with a shiny metal smile. Uh…no…my dad didn’t drop me off to get an abortion while he looks for parking…
I know the writers think they are fighting for their rights…but what about my right to a normal work week? Couldn’t they think about the poor finance people who have to run strike scenarios late into the night? As the clock ticked past 9pm, I was thinking…those bastards are the reason why I’m linking 80 million spreadsheets now and not on my resume!!!
Oh - and I’ll never get residual payments for my work…
Alegria on Sunset (11/3)
Lauren - I’m downstairs in my crappy rental car which is covered in tree sap. Do you want me to drive us somewhere for dinner? Why am I eating sweet potato chips when we are going to dinner? The reason why we are friends is that your first reaction was to dig into my bag of chips without even seeing what I was stuffing in my mouth. :) Like minds…
The plan went from Rambutan Thai in Silverlake to some deep dish pizza place to this great little Mexican place in a random strip mall-like place next to Baskin Robins.
Oh great, I just missed the turn…how am I going to get back that way on Sunset with all the traffic??? ARGH!!! Everyone is honking at me…Ok, if I turn here, can I go around? Oh no, I’m going up some hill. Let me do a U-turn. Wait, will there be parking in this little lot? Let’s try…Is that guy waiting for that spot? Can I park there? I’m parking there. He’s moving too slow.
Inside it’s this cool little joint. Very low key and unexpected from what you see on the outside. I have no idea why their simple pico de gallo is so addictive. And the best part…they serve crushed ice!!! It’s like you are back in some 80s bowling alley at the vending machine drinking orange soda with crushed ice…though I don’t know if they have orange soda, but the ice brought me back in time.
I’m not kidding…the carnitas are delicious. I was a big Kay ‘n Dave’s fan…still am…but I think I might have to cheat on them and go to Alegria for my carnitas. Why is it so delicious? And what do they put in that rice? It’s buttery and fluffy.
After my first taste, I had already planned to get take out tomorrow night. Remember to bring cash…no credit cards.
Yes, I am getting the carnitas.
The plan went from Rambutan Thai in Silverlake to some deep dish pizza place to this great little Mexican place in a random strip mall-like place next to Baskin Robins.
Oh great, I just missed the turn…how am I going to get back that way on Sunset with all the traffic??? ARGH!!! Everyone is honking at me…Ok, if I turn here, can I go around? Oh no, I’m going up some hill. Let me do a U-turn. Wait, will there be parking in this little lot? Let’s try…Is that guy waiting for that spot? Can I park there? I’m parking there. He’s moving too slow.
Inside it’s this cool little joint. Very low key and unexpected from what you see on the outside. I have no idea why their simple pico de gallo is so addictive. And the best part…they serve crushed ice!!! It’s like you are back in some 80s bowling alley at the vending machine drinking orange soda with crushed ice…though I don’t know if they have orange soda, but the ice brought me back in time.
I’m not kidding…the carnitas are delicious. I was a big Kay ‘n Dave’s fan…still am…but I think I might have to cheat on them and go to Alegria for my carnitas. Why is it so delicious? And what do they put in that rice? It’s buttery and fluffy.
After my first taste, I had already planned to get take out tomorrow night. Remember to bring cash…no credit cards.
Yes, I am getting the carnitas.
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