Turning Japanese
L.A. has no shortage of Japanese fare. It’s subtle, though: sublime sushi hidden in a strip mall. Cool ceramics deep in Little Tokyo. The not-so-giant Giant Robot store on Sawtelle.
As with a good ramen bowl, you have to dig ...
L.A. has no shortage of Japanese fare. It’s subtle, though: sublime sushi hidden in a strip mall. Cool ceramics deep in Little Tokyo. The not-so-giant Giant Robot store on Sawtelle.
As with a good ramen bowl, you have to dig ...
When in Rome, do as the Romans do: Speak Italian, eat pasta, compliment the roads (“I hear they all lead here!”).
When in Venice, do as the Venetians do: Speak English, drink tequila, and compliment the view of the Pacific ...
In a world of Flexpoints and carb counting, small plates are your friend. You like to think of them as a built-in control valve for your dining experience.
Of course, they can be deceptive. One or two are harmless enough. ...
Asian fusion. Dark wood. Hip decor. Family vibe. Liquor license. Thirteenth and Montana.
Totally confused.
Sam Nazarian (Shelter, Prey) has done it again — this time on the westside. Yu Restaurant and Lounge in Santa Monica is friendly and Hollywood ...
Sure, you speak Italian.
Mozzarella. Ricotta. Burrata. Mascarpone. You know, the essentials.
For those of us who think buffalo milk are the sweetest-sounding words on earth, there’s Tutto Latte Express, a tiny hole-in-the-wall wholesale shop, run by Ukrainian brothers Leo ...
You’ve fought the cravings. Battled middle-of-the-night shakes. Spent many a long, desperate evening wandering and cursing the vicious slums of addiction.
Truth is, one way or another, the sugar’s gonna get you.
Quit crashing and succumb to guilty pleasure by ...
What can 25 bucks get you in these dust-bowl days?
Good question, Thrifty McFrugalpants. In a town where one man’s restaurant tab is another man’s mortgage payment, the answer is, well, chump change.
But of the best possible kind. The ...
You know the drill.
You arrive for cocktails at a house in the hills. As remuneration for your martini, the hostess demands that you appreciate the view. “See Disney Hall! See the ocean!” Squinting into the fog, you nod agreeably. ...