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.
I haven’t updated this blog in ages. I have been writing, at least.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
I was curious about Mario Batali’s cooking, so for now, Mezzo in Marina Bay Sands is as close as I’ll get.
Mezzo was good, but not cheap.