This is karma, right? On a side note, I’m going to kill myself.
with tote bags?
This is karma, right? On a side note, I’m going to kill myself.
with tote bags?
1. Two Boots, Echo Park
This NY-based spot, brilliantly located near the Echo/Echoplex is the perfect place to get a Louisiana-esque spicy slice of pizza with Andouille sausage and shrimp or a slice of Lebowski-inspired “The Dude” pizza before/during/after a show…but, even if you got a slice of plain cheese, you simply can’t go wrong.
2. Tomato Pie, Silverlake
All the slices here are pretty rad, but if you go with the age-old adage and keep it simple, just grab a slice of “Grandmas” and you’ll walk away smiling. Their pizza ranked as 7th in the GQ 25 Best Pizzas in the country. Yeah. Also, mind the fact that the place isn’t called Tomato Pie for nothing. Tomato Pie. Tomato. Pie
3. Village Pizzeria, Larchmont
Years ago, when I used to do yoga on Larchmont, I got into the habit of grabbing a slice of bliss at this fantastic establishment. For better or worse, the yoga has since fallen off my list of things to do…the pizza has not. Plain Cheese.
4. Mulberry Street Pizza, Beverly Hills
There are a lot, seriously A LOT, of pictures of Cathy Moriarty in this spot, which I’m super into. AND the pizza is fantastic. I don’t think there’s anything else that needs to be said.
5. Bravo (Eat Love), Santa Monica
Whether you’ve been surfing, bike riding, rollerblading, riding the carousel on the Pier or simply soaking up the sun…you deserve a break. A big, cheesy, sweet gravy’d perfectly baked triangle shaped break. Seriously. This slice wants to be your daddy. And it might be. I’m not kidding.
Manohla is on her game this morning. Her review of The Back-Up Plan is a sad reminder that romantic comedy continues to scrape up against the dank, dark bottom of the Hollywood barrel.
For any number of reasons, the genre that was once typified by It Happened One Night and Bob &…
Can we get back to It Happened One Night and The Philadelphia Story? I hope so.
The five most enthusiastic people I know are also the five busiest people I know, and the five angriest are exactly where they were when I met them.
I am a waitress.
Order an appetizer?
Everything is fried.*
Boys sit at the bar
They harass the bartender
She is used to it.*
Mama needs big tips.
Would you like another round?
You better say yes.*
I’ll take food to-go.
Want to eat my cheeseburger
at home with my cat.*
There are two cherries
at the bottom of my drink.
This place is fancy!*
Go outside to smoke.
Maybe you’ll meet a new friend
or just get cancer.*
Nobody is here
We blame the economy
The chickens don’t mind.
Nobody lists the burger at Birds as one of the Top Ten in LA. But they should. Because it is.
TB-FUCKING-S?
THE NETWORK OF FAMILY GUY RERUNS AND TYLER PERRY?
Whenever people complain nonstop LA, I just turn to them and say, “Sorry. I didn’t fail yet.” When you say you hate LA, you might as well say, “I haven’t succeeded.” No one ever books two commercials and says, “Oh man I hate LA.” You’re a waitress at Appleby’s and your Mom’s not paying your rent…
Hooray for not giving up!
Sunday mornings are specifically made for thanking and apologizing to people for Saturday night.
amen.
Client: “We ran the ad you designed in a magazine and no one bought our product, so we would like a refund on what we paid you and we will be taking our business elsewhere.”
Us: “Maybe the ad didn’t work because you are selling hunting and fishing supplies and you put the ad in a women’s home magazine.”
Client: “That’s because we heard that women make most purchasing decisions in the home. So clearly the problem was with your ad. I’ll be expecting a check.”
After reading these posts, my only imagined response would be, “go fuck yourself.” Every time.
Polaris ‘Hey Sandy’
The cast/crew of MADMEN made this hilarious video when they were drunk. It’s pretty great. Check it out.