Battle of the Saag: New Delhi VS Lal Mirch
That would be saag, not sag. Battle of the sag would be entirely different (and not funny) matter. I didn’t grow up eating spicy food. It wasn’t until college when I had Indian… Continue reading
That would be saag, not sag. Battle of the sag would be entirely different (and not funny) matter. I didn’t grow up eating spicy food. It wasn’t until college when I had Indian… Continue reading
I checked out Nirvana in Beverly Hills with friends a week or so back. I wanted to get there for happy hour but alas, I was fighting with cross-town traffic and traffic won.… Continue reading
After my tamales adventure on Saturday, I went home for a bit of a rest before heading back west to check out Chego. People have described Chego to me as a ghetto Momofuku.… Continue reading
On Saturday, my crawl group and I attempted to find the best tamales of MacArthur Park. We had started our crawl at Mama’s Hot Tamales across the street. When I first did this… Continue reading
I loved everything about this place. The art. The tables with the Korean-esque call buttons. The service. The free warm chips and dip, the chicken soup and my meal. I did wish the… Continue reading
After the Revenge of the Merlot, I went to my second home, Drago Centro, and although I love, love, love the Kobe sliders and sausage pizza, I really wanted pasta. Specifically, lasagna. I… Continue reading
A few months back, I had a non-date with an old boyfriend at Milk and took some pictures. The Blue Velvet cake picture set our friends’ tongues wagging, not the possibility of a… Continue reading
While walking up to the new Mendocino Farms in Marina del Rey last week, I noticed the picnic table with grass benches out front. Wow, already this location was different from the two… Continue reading
A couple weeks back, the Gay Boyfriend and I checked out Lucifers Pizza. We had intended to get Thai food but due to serious lack of parking in Thai Town, we found ourselves… Continue reading