Swallowing in Hollywood

• Our first night out was at the Saddle Ranch Chop House on the Sunset Strip, which was an easy break from my vegetarian tendencies (for which I'm mercilessly scorned by my dear brother). I picked a delectable chicken tortilla soup, which was spicy, crunchy and warm. The rest of our party ordered hardy steaks (extra fries and hold the vegetables, please), while I foolishly went with the fish tacos. This was a bad choice for two reasons: 1. I had never had a fish taco before in my life. 2. As Alex kindly pointed out to me, one should probably not order the fish tacos at a steakhouse. The taste was bitter, and of course, fishy, and the texture strangely chewy. That put me in my place. Luckily, we were granted free desserts that included cherry-flavored cotton-candy (that tasted like cough medicine), and then an awesome brownie ala mode. The steak-eaters were plenty satisfied, and I managed to keep my spirits up with a glass of red wine :)
  
  
  
  
• We were strongly encouraged by my father to try In-N-Out Burger, a staple of California fast-food. This was step II of my hiatus from vegetarianism (or even healthy eating) and my first burger in two years. The verdict? The combination of cheeseburger, chocolate shake, and french fry in my mouth brought back memories of childhood trips to McDonalds. Other than that, I felt slightly undernourished and burpy. The burger had a satisfying crunch from the lettuce, and an overall cheesy taste, but the patty was thin and unsubstantial. What saved it was their special sauce (russian dressing and mayo?) and the fresh-cut fries in ketchup. It was yummy nostaglia.
  
  
• One evening, Dan and I took our long-lost chum Erin, who lives in Fountain Valley, to the lovely O-Bar Santa Monica Blvd. This one was a straight-up Yelp success story. Our waiter treated us like an old friend, especially when he pointed out the sparseness--but amazing taste--of a grilled cheese appetizer that we ordered. Small though it was, one bite for everyone of the toasty tangy concoction was worth it. Erin ordered a chicken dish with rosemary, Dan (beyond doubt) the $13 burger, and I had penne with beef tenderloin. We were stunned, and our conversation changed from high-school gossip to the quality of our meals. My penne was hardy, but I nearly ate the whole thing. It was savory and not over-seasoned, with fresh vegetables (there they are!) and juicy stips of tenderloin. Our wine selections (Erin a Pinot Noir and me a Cabernet--Dan an Amstel Light?) went very well with it all. My only complaint was the dark ambiance which is supposed to, I assume, create an air of intimacy. Instead, I wasn't able to decipher anyone's facial expressions. We felt a bit distant...
  


• Joe and Al recommended that we try a Mexican place they liked, Borracho Cantina, on Sunset Blvd. The place was beautifully decked-out in a "Dia de los Muertos" theme and we sat outside, where heaters were strategically placed for diners (I'm sorry, but can you BELIEVE Hollywood needs HEATERS for outdoor dining!?). I ordered a red sangria that tasted like lime seltzer. It was gross and barely alcoholic! But the food made up for it. I ordered a plate of two tacos: one vegetable and one chicken. They both came topped with tasty cheese and avocados. I wolfed them down. The tortillas were different than any other I've had: doughy, fresh, AND you can taste the cornmeal they're made from. Much different than the plasticky soft-shells you find in New York Mexican. Once again the waiter brought over a free dessert of churros and chocolate sauce, which my brother slurped down with a straw. The busboy recommended that we try the tres leches cake, which was so strong and dense that we could only have one piece each (okay fine, I finished the damn thing when everyone else gave up). It was stupendous, and I don't think I've actually ever used that word, let alone for a dessert.
  

Palms, sun and sleeping in: California 8/26-9/5

Hollywood with my crazy loves

"The Mall" at Hollywood and Highland

Santa Monica Beach

In-N-Out Burger! My first burger in two years. Slight Indigestion.

La Brea tar pits

View from Mulholland Drive

Riding the Big Sur

Sonoma: Benzinger Family Winery, Viansa Winery & Vineyard

Freezing, Golden Gate Bridge

Approaching Alcatraz Island

In Muir Woods

Bizniz trip

I spent a few days in Chicago last week for a regional American Philosophical Association meeting. I spent most of the time at the book exhibit chatting with the few friendly old dudes and dudettes (ahem; philosophers) who decided to attend, but when I was off-duty, I tried to explore as much as possible.

This was my first time in Ferris Bueller-Land, and I have to say that I loved it. The city is big, wide and inviting. It's surprisingly quiet and good-smelling (sorry, NYC). The people are very nice - and good at giving lost tourists directions (another NYC shortcoming). Restaurants offer good seafood and sushi. Only problem: their sales tax is outrageous (10.25%), which was tough with an Urban Outfitters and H&M right down the street! I spent every penny with good intentions (most of it company money - no, not on clothes). Here are the few pictures I took while galavanting:

Sweet lion statue in front of the Art Institute of Chicago (http://www.artic.edu/aic/). I went to the museum on my last day, and I have to say I wasn't very impressed. It was filled to the brim with visitors (it being "Free February" and all), and the exhibits were noticeably smaller than, you know, the Met. I did LOVE their photography exhibit, though it was right next to the children's museum, and therefore noisy and germy.

I stayed at The Palmer House on Monroe street, which is very close to Millennium Park (http://www.millenniumpark.org/): a gorgeous wide open park that's very near Lake Michigan, which I saw from a safe distance. I visited it early in the morning before I had to be at our exhibit booth.

The city was most beautiful at night. I felt pretty safe walking around alone at the touristy spots, which I don't even like to do in NY. I eventually ran into the Chicago river (or at least it might have been the Chicago river).

I forgot all about my most favorite musical ever until I saw this marquis for the Chicago Theater.

All. That. Jazz.

Sweet Home, Chicago

Here until Saturday with some lovely and mildly content Philosophers! Will write soon.

xoxo