So I am sure all you readers have began to think we have forgotten you, and how to eat. This is not true, and our deepest apologies to you all. So since my move to Los Angeles we have been cooking in more than dinning out. But to keep you in the loop for a short moment I want to write about out Friday night out. On short notice we booked a sitter and took out to Ventura and checked out a new opening of Rocco’s . We got the last table available, and the hostess promised it was a cozy outside seat. She wasn’t lying with elbow room between me and the tipsy girls at the next table, and a breezy swishing moving space behind me entering the actual bar, the seat was just that cozy and tight. Never the less, I pulled out my purse hanger (a nifty little gadget all women should carry around), and took on the beer menu. After seeing they didn’t have my favorite hipster Blue Ribbon I went on to Amstel, and imagine they were out, so on to Coors. Coors never fails ya! The DJ drank on a draft too while enjoying his favorite appetizer Calamari, that came with two dipping sauces. The Calamari was cooked to perfection and very scrumptious. I give my Corn Flak breaded bone less chicken breast a C+ for concern. The chicken was actually cooked great. But the chicken had burned areas on the outside breading that made for a charred flavor that I don’t enjoy. I had to sink them in the hot sauce and ranch to cover the taste of BLACK CORN FLAKES! Appetizers were all we were interested in here since there was no live music and there was a world of Friday night awaiting us to get our drink on.
We skipped around town to check out some predetermined blues bars with no luck. DJ suggested we go to a bar he knew of. Funny enough we go in as a couple and it seemed we were the odd ones out, and it wasn’t because it was a singles club. The small red hall way deceived me at first with double wall hanging mirrors. When we first walked in I imagined going to the bar, and then checking out the other rooms. Much to my surprise there were no other rooms besides the restrooms in the back, and the smoke porch out the back exit. So, we sat and enjoyed some Hebrew Messiah Bold Lager…. I looked for the Catholic lite Mary Innocence, or the Christian Jesus Strong, but they were fresh out.
One of the most remembering sayings of the night was a little quick conversation. On the way out for a smoke Christopher Walkins twin shook my hand and said he loved my shoes. After I returned to the bar he was entertaining the DJ with his stories. When Cash Bar went the Men’s room, Christopher Walkins twins said “you know (DJ), I was talking to him, I was thinking… he is one cool cat man.... where do you meet a guy like that?” I turned to his buddy with questionable eyes, and said “I met him in Memphis; where else do you go to meet only the coolest of cats?” Obviously the Twin was not amused with my tipsy humor and walked off from the conversation, insulted I didn’t say This Bar and LA, I guess. Then on that note we hit the local Fifth, and The Draft. And so this concluded our modern night of beer drinking bar hopping.
Look for my next post about “Goodness Gracious Great Balls of Fire” mmmm good Wasabi
