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Young At Heart Finale
May 2, 2008, 9:33 pm
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In case anyone is interested I found a YouTube video that shows the last song form Young@Heart. I love the creative use of breathing apparatus as un-metered metronome. And to all the people that think this is good- or touching or anything like that- its NOT, its just really bad… But then again- I don’t have a heart, and I’m not sure this guy has much of one left. – i’m sorry that was low…. good effort…



This American Life: Live from New York

I was really excited for This American Life Live from New York. I waited too long to get tickets in West L.A. so we had to travel all the way to Burbank to partake in the experience. We left work early and made the trek from Venice to Burbank. Google’s estimates on this are so LA. 30 minutes – however up to 2 hours in traffic. Thankfully we escaped with a life charge of 1 hour. You’re luck my wife loves you Ira Glass

We got to the theater early and were captivated, because for about an hour they showed people being seated in the NYC theater. I felt a little bad for the New Yorkers, all bundled up in coats, its freakin may people get a grip its hot outside- oh yeah – not for you- greatest city in the world my ass. I’m sure it was great waiting outside the theater to get the prime seats. I’m also sure that it was a thrill to hear the phrase “all the way to the front people” uttered by the ushers. You could see the heartbreak on the faces as they released their death grips from the prime middle of the house seats and defeated made their way all the way to the front. Enjoy…

Back in L.A., I mean Burbank, my wife and i had staked out the prime middle seats. 15 minutes before the show and only one dude was sitting one seat away from my wife. But then of course, tragedy happened. And you have to understand, I Need My Space Bubble. When i go to the movies the usual buffer is 2 seats in either direction- it took me two years to break that down to one with my wife, and only recently have we actually started sitting side by side. Cue up the retarded blond and her friend. Mind you – the theater is 99% empty at this point. And there they are closer closer- ASS IN CHAIR, Bam direct right, and arm contact. I will need to wash this arm for days- who knows what this slut has. The show now officially sucks. My desire to watch the show did somehow overcome the rape of my space bubble. (It should be a freakin crime- Vince get on that!!).

Some people have described the Fog of War, well today i saw the Fog of Liberals as they ooozed their blue state liberal asses into the theater seats and mumbled their hatred of everything American. Don’t get me wrong i consider myself a liberal, but that theater was filled with uber liberals- i was tempted to call the CIA. In fact I think if the CIA would have been doing their job right, there would have been a choreographed terrorist attack on every theatre (yes i just spelled it theatre) that was showing this.

The warm up for the show is about 1000 hang man puzzles about Mathew Mconoghey- (I’m not going to take the time to spell this Texas ass-holes name right) It was fun for about a minute or so.
And the show beings….

The pieces were for the most part terrific. I don’t want to give too much away because im sure it will be available. The topics are:

1. Horse Riding in NY.

2. Couples stories: and how we remember things in such interesting ways.

3. The Iraq war: with a real Iraqi, (a good piece but depressing overall because it shows how little Americans really think and question whats told to them.

4. Kid Comedians: which i felt ill to see but ended up being pretty good. Most of the kids had the confidence of beaten kittens.

5. Dental Floss and Prison Escapes: thats all there is to say.

6. 12 Year Old Porno Script: the 12 year old has an interesting take on sex.

Even with the Liberal Ooze the show was great. The Iron Man crowd was leaving at the same time we were and I really thought they were going to kick our ass just for the hell of it.



American Crew Fiber . . . There’s No Hair Care Product Finer

American Crew Fiber is by far the best hair product that I’ve used to accomplish my 20 minute ritual of styling perfectly done hair that looks like I never touched it.  It only takes about a dime-sized amount to tame my Jew fro into something I wouldn’t be horrified for TMZ to catch on film.  Careful to really spread the product out in your hands though because if you get a gob stuck on one patch of hair, you’re There’s Something About Mary kinda’ fucked.

Only downside . . . the price.  A small container cost me about $20 at a local drugstore.  But I say it’s worth it.  The stuff lasts and leaves no messy white residue . . . which is more than I can say for myself.

American Crew Fiber . . . I did it . . . and you should too!

 



El Rancho Grill Was El Bueno

Last Saturday, I hit a little Mexican joint in Sherman Oaks.  I also ate at a Mexican restaurant called El Rancho. :P

El Rancho is a small restaurant with a walk-up counter for ordering.  Don’t expect great service or service at all at this place.  You have to go to the counter even to get a cup of water.  Plus, they charge you for chips and salsa.

But what they lack in warmth and hospitality, they make up for in taste and price.  I ordered a combination plate consisting of a chicken burrito, chicken taco, rice, and beans.  My friend ordered a combination plate consisting of enchiladas and a taco, but they forgot his taco . . . so did he.  We also ordered chicken nachos.  My friend’s dad and his date ordered albondigas and chile verde.  All together, and including 4 sodas, the meal only cost about $45.

I really enjoyed my food and don’t remember anyone else complaining.  The nachos were particularly tasty.  I guess the burrito could have used a little more kick.

The problems with El Rancho:  (1) no alcoholic beverages served; (2) the television is impossible to see if you’re sitting on the right side of the restaurant; and (3) no bathroom . . . never a plus when eating Mexican food.  Although, the absence of a bathroom made for one of the more awkward moments of the evening when my friend’s Dad’s girlfriend asked his Dad to walk with her to the bathroom in the nearby Starbucks and he passed.  Go thank women’s lib!

Overall, El Rancho scored highly in my book.  It’s probably my favorite Mexican place in the San Fernando Valley, short of the OSH in Van Nuys :P   I don’t want to receive any comments that Casa Vega has it beat when Casa Vega costs a small fortune for slop and you have to wait 20 minutes for a table.

El Rancho . . . I did it . . . and you should too!

 



The Other Room

Last Thursday night, I hit The Other Room in Venice.  It’s a dark wine and beer bar that seemed to have everything on the menu.

The good news is that finding free street parking was fairly easy.  If you can’t find any, they have valet.

The place is open air, so bring a trendy hoodie ’cause it gets chilly in Venice at night.  It attracts what appeared to be young professionals with disposable income.

I ordered a small Fat Tire, which cost me $7.  My date ordered a glass of Pinot Grigio, which also cost me $7.  I didn’t see food on the menu, but the people at the table next to us came in armed with a pizza and plates from elsewhere, which no one batted an eye at.

Here’s the upside to the joint.  You can take a date here and she’ll definitely like the vibe and be impressed because it combines the beach with a little class.  But if you do bring a date, watch where those eyes are darting because the place was full of hot chicks when I went.

The downside . . . the service is atrocious.  The waitress didn’t take our drink order until about 15 minutes had elapsed since our arrival.  And boy, do they make it known when you stop buying drinks that they want you out.  The waitress also took 20 minutes to bring me my bill once I asked for it.

So, arrive before 8:30 p.m. if you want a shot at a table and free parking.  The music is a little loud, but not so loud that you can’t carry on a conversation.  And you should probably dress LA trendy if you want to blend in with the crowd.

The Other Room . . . I did it . . . and you should too!

 



All Bow to the Bowery

Two Fridays ago, I took a date to the Bowery in Hollywood.  This place is arguably my favorite spot to eat, drink, and be merry.

I arrived at 8 p.m. and only had to wait about 8 minutes for a table.  Ladies, most of the tables are high with accompanying high stools, so wear pants unless you want to Britney the place up.  The real plus of the tables if you are there with a date is that their small size (the tables that is) require you to sit close.

Here’s why I really like the place.  Where else will you find a menu with both Pabst and a charcuterie plate.  It’s like a combo dive bar and bistro.  Plus, they play awesome music, mainly ’80’s-present day alternative.

I ordered the pan-roasted chicken with sweet potato puree, green beans, bacon, and cider reduction.  It was delicious.  I’m not a big bacon guy, but it tasted like extra crispy chicken skin.  The sweet potato puree was the best part.  My date ordered the pan-roasted salmon with sauteed spinach and mustard beurre blanc.  She said she loved it.  I, myself, find cooked salmon to be disgusting.  To each her own.

I really don’t have a bad thing to say about this place except that the valet is pricey.  It’s a great stop before or after hitting the nearby Arclight, Hotel Cafe, or Amoeba Music.  In fact, I love the place so much that I told my best friend that I had no idea why I had never taken him there.  He replied, “because you’re not trying to fuck me.”  Set and match!

So, hit the Bowery for any drink you want, tasty (but expensive-at least $15 per person) food, and really yummy looking girls if you’re single.

The Bowery…I did it…and you should too!