Introducing The Wilshire Project
Driving home each night on Wilshire from the beach to Bundy, I’ve recently noticed a handful of restaurants that I’ve never been to.
So yesterday I started my project. I set out on foot and photographed each dining facade. The pics will serve as nothing more than a lazy girl’s list. So far I’ve only grabbed the Bundy to 20th images …. will get the other half another time.
Phase two was googling the reviews. In this manner, I was able to strike the likes of Drago and Pacific Dining Car OFF THE LIST.
This is how Andy and I found ourselves at Bar*Food last night. It was every bit as good as restaurant insider and writer, Food Woolf , said it would be.
A must try is the edamame …. tossed with black bean sauce, it’s a savory take on a healthy munchie. And just as proprietor Jason Killakee promised after a nice welcoming chat, the Blue Moon on tap is so fresh that the orange essence delights as the brewer intended . . . even without an orange garnish. Looking forward to my next visit when I’ll sample the Grilled Cheese and Tomato Soup.
Bar*Food
12217 Wilshire Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90025
(310) 820.3274
Open every day but Monday / 5pm – 12 am
True Dat
Earlier today Andy and I were watching The Wire. I made an observation (which, at this moment, I cannot remember) and then I pointed at the TV screen and said confidently, “There’s an essay in that.”
And now, my mind is blank.
Let’s see if I can force the memory. The Wire. The Wire. We keep our fingers on the pause button and spend 3 hours getting through a 47 minute episode. Every other sentence, one of us will freeze frame to interpret the plot points, to savor a nuance, to guess what the next line or action will be, to translate the poetic dialogue.
What inspired me into thinking I had an essay queued & ready today? Darn, I should really keep a note pad out when I’m watching brilliant TV.
Recess – Depress
I’ve tried & tried, but find I really can’t blog about how the economy is affecting me in these pre-dawn hours. Suffice it to say I’m awake.
I have the luxury of working right in the heart of a vacation destination (albeit a questionable one). Middle Americans love to come within two blocks of the Pacific Ocean and go shopping at all the same chain stores they have in their home malls. Thus, the Santa Monica Third Street Promenade.
Lately, when I take time to leave the office for lunch, I’ve started collecting photos.
Man with knitted cap: National Treasure 2 …. ohh, cool.
Woman with stroller: What’s 80% off of $23.99?
Man with knitted cap: Uh, uh, round up to 24, ten percent is …wait wait . . .
Woman with stroller: Five, six dollas right?
Man with knitted cap: Wait, two forty, four eighty . . . subtract . . . ummm . .
Woman with stroller: Five dollas?
Did donating these carts to a library occur to anyone at Borders management? For all I know, that’s what they did, but not for lack of trying to make a last buck.
I could tell myself that maybe our days of being a consumer culture are over, that maybe this time marks a big shift towards other – more fulfilling pursuits. But I’m sure I would be wrong.
