They say New York is the city that never sleeps — or was that Vegas? Either way, Los Angeles isn’t getting any beauty rest. This is where I keep the notes: food missions, everyday ops, and whatever chaos the city throws my way. This blog won’t self-destruct in five seconds — or will it?
Thanksgiving on the run: Lovi’s in Calabasas, a Black Friday tour through Two Doughs Pizza and Dulcet Gourmet Donuts, a Now You See Me sequel, The Local Peasant for a birthday, and a pizza spot that pulled a disappearing act.
Today I took seven inches, didn't expect that nor did I expect I'd ever say, "Yeah, I'll have the penis donut." A dystopian game-show reboot in North Hollywood turned into a full late-stage-capitalism tour: cyberpunk Running Man, a vegan punk-rock McDonald’s clone, and Voodoo’s finest poor life choices all in one run.
Thought I had family issues, but Dek had it worse — outcast Yautja, flying across the galaxy to prove he belongs. I just drove around Los Angeles for Predator: Badlands, metal pizza, donuts, and tacos. Loud. Greasy. Therapeutic.