Part of my job requires me to attend personal development seminars which are held at various middle schools.
This one seminar in particular was hosted at a middle school in Northridge, in the San Fernando Valley. I didn’t bring lunch because it was a Saturday and I’m not bringing a boxed lunch on a Saturday.
When we had a lunch break I headed to the local mall and then to the food court. There weren’t many good options, so I tried the soi-disant Italian kitchen.
The pizza was better than high school cafeteria pizza, but not much better. It was as good as Little Caesar’s pizza, which is to say mediocre. The Greek side salad wasn’t bad at all.
A few weeks ago I was walking around the neighborhood and dinner hadn’t quite filled me up so I had a slice of New York style pizza on Hollywood Boulevard near around Mann’s Chinese Theatre or naybe to the west of it.
It was delicious! I loved the way the cheese was cooked in a few spots. The crust was light and chewy and the sauce was not acidic. That’s one type of tomato sauce I don’t like.
I ate my pizza and left contented.
I haven’t updated this blog in ages. I have been writing, at least.
In late May I had a job interview which went well as I got that job. After the interview I went to the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, which was nearby.
The cafeteria has good food! This pork cutlet, served with polenta, fried rice (double order of carbs, I know. I was the first customer and I was too hungry to wait for their vegetables to be cooked. There were peas and carrots in the rice) and a lemon butter sauce was the best cafeteria meal I’ve had in many many moons.
I barely touched the rice, but I devoured the crispy cutlet and the creamy polenta.
The LACMA has a surprisingly good collection. I’d never heard much about it prior, but having visited the place I would highly recommend it.
What compelled me to go, other than my love of museums was this piece from ancient Bactria, in what is now Afghanistan.
It is 3,500 to 4,000 years old.
There’s a small but interesting collection of antiquities. The impressionist collection is impressive.
After I had that job interview in LA I went for a walk. I had planned to walk to Chinatown, but I was just too hungry to make it. Starving, I happened by the Central Market and I became excited by the offerings.
I’ve always thought chicharrones (fried pig skin) were fried and crispy. Much to my surprise, the chicharrones tacos I ordered were mushy. I picked at the tacos, but mushy pig skin doesn’t excite me.
However, the egg raviolo I ordered from an Italian stall was amazing. The raviolo was big, although I could have eaten two easily.
The sauce was delicious and tangy, yet not acidic.
As you can see, liquid yolk oozed from the large raviolo. I loved it. There was grated cheese atop the raviolo, maybe Romano, and there was also roasted red peppers in the sauce.
Here was the non-fried pig skin tacos.
The sauce was good, but I guess soft pig skin is how some prepare it.
I will definitely return to the Central Market.
After delivering a dog to my brother who lives in Hollywood, I was starving. I would have been happy to get fast food on the drive back to San Diego, but he insisted on buying me lunch on the condition that we went to a restaurant that had outside seating and allowed dogs. There’s a place down the street that serves a good Eggs Benedict, but it was too late for brunch, I felt.
Panera makes the same sandwich better and for half the price. It was dry and needed a sauce or an aioli. The chicken was dry, the artichokes were dry and I was not impressed.
It looked good but it was very disappointing.
Another job interview was over on Notmal Street in Normal Heights, San Diego. Normal street is so named because that’s where the school district office is located.
I was very early, so I ordered a sandwich at a café across the street. I wisely chose one which would be the least likely to drip on my lucky tie. The bread was warm and chewy and the two slabs of buffalo mozzarella were wonderful.
The pesto tasted floral and vibrant. The tomatoes were ripened outside.
The artisanal cola was good, although I have never seen it in supermarkets, not even at Trader Joe’s.
Did I get the job, you might be wondering.
Not yet. But that sandwich was awesome.
I made this for my parents. Being from New York City, they love pasta with a red sauce. Surreptitiously, as my mother doesn’t like garlic, I added it quickly to the generous portion of olive oil I added to the pan.
I used the recipe from the Food Network.
I toasted a baguette with chopped garlic, butter and parsley. Paremesan on top, it was delicious.