After reading Jonathan Gold's LA Weekly review about Dino's in LA, the chicken mentioned in the article piqued my interest. When I heard that Dino's was opening a second restaurant in Azusa, which is practically around the corner from me, I booked on over the first chance I got to see what this chicken was really all about.
When I walked into the place, the chicken wasn't even on the menu yet. I had to ask the counter person specifically about how I could order Dino's chicken. For my order, I got the half chicken which came with french fries, tortillas and coleslaw to go.
When my order was... Read More
It was 2AM. I was at a stoplight waiting for a green light. Displayed in bright lights in front of me as if on stage, a coyote stood in the middle of the intersection. He was slight with thin, unnaturally long legs and a piercing gaze. He looked like a Dingo/Queensland Heeler/German Shepherd mix except for his bright yellow eyes, long pointed ears and bushy tail, which definitively put him in a class outside of Fidoâ€™s. Despite a 5,000 pound vehicle directly in front of him, he was not frightened and nonchalantly continued to lower his head to eat something off a white paper wrapper. A... Read More
If you haven't you might be quite surprised. As an alumni of San Diego State University, I spent the last couple of years visiting my fare city only once or twice every couple of months. Each time I crossed over into the city limits, I was quite surprised. This or that old staple (the United Artists theatre on Colorado, Goldsteins Bagel Bakery right across the street) had been replaced by this or that trendy outlet that most Pasadenians have no interest in patronizing (Tiffany's or another Starbucks). Look, I am not anti-progress, to the contrary, I know that there have been parts of Pasadena... Read More
I have a good friend that lives nearby. No, I mean really nearby. Now, I know what you're thinking: by our standards, I must mean under 15 minutes, barring traffic, of course. No, no, no ... I'm talking five blocks nearby. Just imagine our phone conversations!
Him: " 'Sup, G?"
Me: â€œNothin, chillin.â€
Him: â€œNice. You comin over?â€
Me: â€œYup, yup. See you in a bit.â€
No discussion of freeways, no mention of prevailing traffic patterns. Only pure, worthless, post-modern ebonics for the white guy. It totally rocks!
We don't have too much in common, but we get along, watch sports,... Read More
After hearing all the raves about Green Village, I finally made it out to dinner there last month. The "fanciness" of the restaurant interior with its gold and orange color scheme lost some of the elegant feel with the addition of flat screen TVs on the walls. What is it with flat screen TVs at Asian restaurants? Shouldn't the experience be about enjoying the food and the company as opposed to watching various Asian variety shows? Oh well, I digress; let's get on to the food.
After being seated and having settled down a bit, we were given the menu. This menu was no short story. It was an... Read More
Tucked away at the very top of Beachwood Drive is a box canyon. Nestled in among the rocks and plateaus is a small ranch called the Sunset Stables. Itâ€™s been there for years and hosted many a tourist and Angelino alike on a spectacular trail ride over the Hollywood hills into the flats of Burbank. Sunset Ranch as it is also known, is a working dude ranch. At any one time there are up to a dozen trail horses for rent. Their territory is exclusively the bridal paths of Griffith Park - which remains the largest urban park within the confines of any American city. It is a little touch of... Read More
I just recently bought a used car. Being a conscientious, and maybe even paranoid, consumer, I thoroughly checked under the hood for dryness on the various belts and hoses, took detailed notes when the seller informed me of the repair history, and listened attentively for strange noises as I test drove it on a variety of roads. I even gave the tires a good kick, just to be sure.
There were four things I did not check. Four pillars upon which the entire car's utility rests. But what could possibly be wrong with the wheels?
My otherwise immaculate 1998 Nissan Maxima (you know, the white one... Read More