Just some sites I’ve been visiting. Here’s a taste: The temple at Chi Ri San.
Filed under: Eatings | Tags: blue crab, cut roll, date, debris, dirty, hand roll, hole in the wall, local, Los Angeles, Minori, parking, Pico, Robertson, sake, specials, straw, sushi, sushi chef, tempura, understaffed, waiter
Last Saturday I took a date to Minori, which is located on Robertson, just above Pico, in Los Angeles. We arrived around 8 p.m. The sushi bar was full, but there were two open tables at the time.
Here’s what I love about Minori: First, it’s kind of a hole in the wall. I’m not saying it doesn’t get busy, but it is mostly populated by local folks who know the lay of the land. Second, Minori consistently has great specials. I recommend any special that they have that involves tempura. Their tempura is always delicious. I had the blue crab hand roll special. It’s on the menu most of the time when I go. If you haven’t tried blue crab, you are really missing out. Very light. Very fresh. Did I just do a Summer’s Eve commercial? Third, the price is always right for a cheap asshole like myself. We ordered 3 cut rolls, two hand rolls, and a large sake, and the total with tip was only $55. There aren’t a lot of restaurants in LA where you can pull that off, let alone sushi spots.
Here’s what I don’t like about Minori: The service usually sucks. The waiters are inattentive, often missing portions of the order, and rarely stop by to see if you need anything. So, make sure you order everything you want right off the bat because they ain’t comin’ back. Also, the place is sometimes dirty. Last time I went, there was some debris, which looked like straw wrappers, all over the floor. In addition, sometimes they are understaffed in terms of sushi chefs. End result…it takes forever to get your food. Finally, the parking sucks. Period. Hope for metered parking on Robertson or Pico after you don’t have to feed the meters at night.
Despite the cons, the pros keep me coming back. Dates consistently love its charm and tasty food. Minori stays true to sushi’s roots, which means it also hasn’t adopted LA’s ridiculous prices.
Minori . . . I did it . . . and you should too.
Filed under: Events, Mccychops, Movie Reviews, movies | Tags: caspian, chronicles of narnia, movie, narnia, prince, prince caspian, shake and bake, west hollywood
I am Prince Caspian and I’m a total pussy. I liked the first movie, although i really think the effects were done by some lion obsessed 12 year old with a first release G4. When your lion looks like a dude in a bad cat suit you’ve got problems. Okay so maybe the lion looked alright, but the bear, that was a dude in a suit. The only thing he was missing was a diaper and masturbation. Thats right folks i referenced a masturbating bear.
The sequel to chronicles features prince Caspian (see the pussy above). The way i see it is his only role in the movie is to let all the racist (or whatever you call the people who hate Narnians for no other reason than the fact that they are Narnians) go home at the end of the movie because they are so disgusted with the idea of living near the Narnians that an unpredictable future in another land- any fucking land – is better.
Overall, if you can get over how much of a fuck up the prince is, you’ll like this movie. Oh Oh, and if you like magic, i loves the magic, i believe in it too. Especially if you believe that blowing in a horn can make 4 prepubescent children come to your town, then you’ll really love this movie. Seriously though, you’ll get your fill of fighting, guys dressed up as horses, horned beasts, and a tiger. Kinda like West Hollywood on Halloween.
The only thing i dont understand is why this movie is PG and Iron man, which has way less fighting and death, is PG 13. Please someone explain that to me.
I did Narnia, and shes a ho. You should do her too, if you get the chance.
Filed under: Eatings, Moopiechops, Outings | Tags: bad rice, black cod, corn, corn on the cob, cuisine, dining, dining out, drinking, eating, food, going out, japanese, japanese cuisine, japanese culture, japanese restaurant, nanban-kan, nanbankan
I used to know a guy named Man-bun, but Nanban-Kan is a restaurant. He was also Chinese and this place is Japanese, so big difference for us Californians not-so-much for the mid-westerners.
We decided to grab a light dinner before going to see Ironman and the destination of choice was Nanban-Kan, a Japanese Hibachi / Yakitori restaurant in West Los Angeles. If you haven’t been here before you will inevitably be confounded by the parking situation. I’m fairly certain whoever altered this parking lot reads a lot of Bizzaro Superman comics. The complex they are in has been under construction for somewhere near a year now and maybe this can be an excuse for the lousy parking- but at best an excuse. As you drive into the parking lot, mind you this is after you have found it, and finding it is not simple, you find that all the cars are parked the opposite way of in which you are driving. The immediate thought is that you went in the wrong entrance, but you didn’t, this is the only entrance, and its just a bizarre alternative to the usual. I cursed, many times as i tried to turn my car around so as to conform to the others. With the vehicle taken care of it was time to eat.
This place has been around for 30 years, and is filled with regulars. Its location primes the Japanese pump and many a local feasts here daily. Some even bring their own food. Luckily enough we were there early and had some of the reserved signs moved off of a table so that we may partake. The rooms and tables are tiny, so if you are above average size or grotesquely obese, i suggest take out. Its better for you that way anyway, no one to stare at the mass quantities that you shove down your gullet, no one to wonder if its the wasabi or your morbid obesity that is making your eyes water
Speaking of gullets- the menu is filled with items that you rarely see at Bennigans. Oh – yes you got me, Benny’s isn’t Japanese cuisine, okay Benihana. Sorry off topic again- menu- thats right the menu has some rarities on it. Chicken gullet, chicken liver, chicken feet (this is from memory so it might be off a bit- but you get the picture) the one that caught my eye was Chicken Balls. My first thought was that is sooooooo not going to fill me up. Followed quickly by the thought- chicken balls, is that like the Japanese version of prairie oysters. (Oh- and as an unrealted side not- Don’t order DingleBerry Ice cream and Baskin Robbins- just dont do it). Sadly to say Chicken Balls are only a chicken meatball done on a japanese barbeque. tasty though- made me wonder how it would be to have the real thing- Step it up NanBan-Kan, step it up- lets see some real chicken ball son the menu next time. I bet prep time is a killer on those.
So as to not drag this review on beyond the point of oblivion, cause im getting bored writing it, and i’m sure with the average United States Americans (yes that’s a beauty pageant reference) attention span, i lost you at grotesquely obese. Here’s what you get:
Peanut dipping sauce and a salad to start- tasty enough. The sauce actually allows me to tolerate the taste of a raw carrot. My theory on raw carrots in restaurants- DON’T.
Then we ordered a variety of items. the tastiest of all of these was the corn. Simple fresh local ingredient done to perfection. Really- there was nothing on this corn but butter and salt. It was cooked to perfection (i’m betting they boil it first then throw it on the BBQ) the light charring on the kernels made the thing to die for.
Black cod, nicely done but nothing to wake up in the middle of the night for- nor the middle of the day. I love naps.
Pork Wrapped Asparagus. Now this one they stole straight from the Coliseum hot dog vendors. (Have you had the dogs wrapped in bacon- AKA Diarrhea Dogs- Yum- serious yum) NanBan-Kan style- replace hot dog with asparagus = gourmet diarrhea dog- okay okay- it was delicious, but still a stolen Los Angeles art form. Nicely done. (BTW you cannot get the Coliseum dogs anymore . There is a law prohibiting grilling of dogs on dog carts in Los Angeles.)
Most of the things we had at NanBan-Kan were average to above average with the corn being spectacular. However, one item stands out among the rest as being just freakin awful and that was the rice. Its as if they didn’t cover the rice as it was cooking and just kept adding water. Thank you for the rice reminiscent mush- this is exactly what i would expect from a restaurant who’s cuisine is based on a culture that has rice as its main staple. MMMmmmmm- maybe it was a fuck you from the chef for ordering rice, it didn’t seem to be a popular item.
Nanban-Kan an above average Japanese restaurant that serves stellar corn, above average in most dishes, has a nice atmosphere, is well decorated, and serves the worst rice in Los Angeles.
K- well- i did Nanban-Kan and I think you should too- at least for the corn. Do It
Filed under: Eatings | Tags: chicken, chicken shu mai, Chinese, dumplings, food, frozen food, lunch, market, microwave, sauce, shu mai, supermarket, Trader Joe's, vegetables
Notice the authentic plate to make me feel like I didn’t just get my lunch out of a box.
Now these little dumplings from heaven are supposed to provide you with a few servings. But it took the whole box to fill me up for lunch. I’d be surprised if most men wouldn’t put away the whole box.
Here’s the upside. First, they take only 90 seconds to microwave. You just rinse them in water and then cover them before placing them in the microwave. It did look kind of odd though when I was rinsing them in the drinking fountain on my floor. Sorry, no real kitchen at my office. Make sure you microwave them for the full time. Otherwise, you get a frozen center at the heart of the shu mai pop.
Quick microwave time is imperative for me because when it comes to waiting for food, I have major ADHD. My brain goes crazy and I just start eating anything else in sight. I’ve been known to pilfer my fridge for olives, pickles, cheese, and anything else handy while I wait for the beep. Sometimes I’m not even hungry once the microwave is done. So, quick cooking time was great.
Second, they come with a good sauce. A lot of times the sauces that come with frozen goodies are terrible. But this sauce tastes pretty tangy. And you don’t even have to microwave it. See previous section about my problems with waiting for things to cook in the microwave. The only problem with the sauce . . . if you pour it over all the shu mai, you don’t get much of the flavor because it is so thin. Best to put it in a dish and dip your dumplings. Oooh . . . that sounded dirty.
Third, the box says there is chicken and veggies inside. Check me out hitting my food groups. No bagged carrots for me when shu mai is on the menu. And if sodium was a food group, this shu mai had it covered. Plus, don’t forget the diet 7-Up I had . . . lemon and lime . . . servings of fruit . . . what’s up!?!
The downside . . . this stuff smells strong, and the odor stays with you. Lunch repeated on me a couple of times, and boy did I race for the gum. The shu mai also kind of makes your pee smell. Although the jury is still out if I prefer the regular smell of my urine or when my urine smells like a Chinese kitchen. The jury is also still out on whether the odor was caused by the Chinese massage parlor, instead.
I gotta’ say though that I’ll take the smell for the great taste. I’ve already picked up another box for a quick and easy lunch next week.
Trader Joe’s Microwave Chicken Shu Mai . . . I did them . . . and you should too.
Filed under: Doctors, Uncategorized | Tags: Dr. Norman P. Zemel, elbow, forearm, Howard Hughes Center, Kerlan-Jobe Orthopaedic Clinic, numb, pinky, The Promenade, tingle, ulnar nerve, Westchester
This afternoon I stopped in at the Kerlan-Jobe Orthopaedic Clinic to find out why my pinkies were tingling and my left arm was going numb. The clinic is located in Westchester, just off the 405 South, and right near The Promenade at Howard Hughes Center.
My appointment was scheduled for 2 p.m. with Dr. Norman P. Zemel.
I was referred to him by my knee doctor. And to preface the remainder of this review, I went into the office with extremely high expectations, not only because of how great my treatment was for my knees, but also because of the amazing reputation the clinic has.
Dr. Zemel is an interesting fellow. He was wearing an Anaheim Angels championship ring and had assorted Mickey Mouse ear pins on his white coat. He also rocked a massive comb-over that originated from the bottom of his hairline on the back of his head. You’d think the doc for the Angels would have keen enough eyesight to think twice about the comb-over.
Besides all of this, Dr. Zemel lived up to my expectations. I had very little paperwork to fill out, much of which involved my marking where it hurt. I resisted the urge to draw an enormous wang on the page. I probably only resisted this urge because the woman working the desk was very cute.
I’d complain about the poor magazine selection in the waiting room, but seeing as they took me only 7 minutes after I arrived, why bother? Not only did they get me in a room quickly, a physician’s assistant saw me just 3 minutes later. She spent a fair amount of time asking about my symptoms and taking notes, which begged the question why Dr. Zemel repeated much of her efforts. No matter. Dr. Zemel had answers for me in a matter of minutes. Turns out my ulnar nerve in both elbows had slipped and each nerve was being compressed and inflamed when I put pressure on my forearms and elbows. Long story short . . . I have to stop leaning on the arm rests on my chair when I am working at the computer. Can’t wait to see what that diagnosis costs me.
It was also nice that there was a ton of parking in a structure adjacent to the office and they validated parking. I was there for about an hour and ended up paying $2.55.
Kerlan-Jobe and Dr. Norman P. Zemel . . . I did him (that doesn’t sound good) . . . and you should too for any hand and wrist problems (that doesn’t sound great either).