I was born in L.A. My parents met cruising down a boulevard in the valley. Few people believe this story – it sounds like I stole it from Grease, but it’s true. My mother, whose father was a VP at Lockheed, was driving his Cadillac. My father, who came from a family of machinists and hot rod builders, was driving a Camaro he had rebuilt himself. They pulled up to a stoplight. My father challenged my mother to a race.
Oddly, I never lived in L.A. until recently. I never thought I’d call it home. But I do. And I love it here.
My L.A. picks
I’m slow to update this with restaurants, because I am trying to be more thorough and eat at a place several times before I write about it. Some of the best eats I’ve had in L.A.: Red Medicine, Waterloo & City and Night + Market (see blog entry below) and Aburiya Toranoko. Also notable: Superba and The Gorbals.
For ramen, I can highly recommend Yamadaya. I love this little one-dish wonder on Venice Beach: Poke Poke. One night, after sailing, craving a burger, Chef took me to an L.A. institution called The Apple Pan. As Chef would say, that hickory burger was no joke – apparently neither was the pie.
For drinks, I have long been a fan of downtown’s The Varnish, hidden inside this fabulously-named roast beef sandwich place. I love the atmosphere inside this classy but not stuffy old L.A. hotel called Casa del Mar and at happy hour the cocktails are affordable.
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I’ll step out on a limb and also say, here are a few places I won’t go back anytime soon: Pink’s Hotdogs are not worth the hype, the money you pay for them or the line. Craving Indian one day, I went to the closest one I could find. This place, Hurry Curry, was disgusting. It was dirty, the food was tasteless and the curries were murky and muddy, as if hiding the identity of the ingredients.