So I figure I should explain a little about this here blog.
I like pop culture. Movies, music, theater, comic books, television, video games. I'll write infrequently about these issues.
I split with my wife almost two years ago and moved in with my recently divorced mother to a house that neither of us can afford. Much as it pains me to do so, I will be writing about this experience. And no, you do not have permission to turn this aspect of my life into a tv show as I already am.
But mostly I will be writing about the food that I eat and sometimes the drinks that I drink. You see, I live in Los Angeles and while I disagree with the stereotype that this city is a cultural wasteland, the food reporting here (with the notable exception of Jonathan Gold) is atrocious and corrupt. Sometimes I feel bad for the people who believe that places like Sasabune, Cut and Father's Office are the best this city has to offer because they have nothing besides the ad-rags like LA Magazine and frikkin Angeleno to lead them, but then I talk to these people and realize they're ass-clowns anyway because they refuse to have a lengua taco or drive outside of Brentwood to get Chinese food. Which isn't to say that I'm a reverse snob; I don't care if your grub is plain or expensive or if you have the most popular hotspot around...if your food is good it's good. But if you're trying to sell me on the dog food they dole out at Mr. Chow's or at Fred 62, this part of the interwebs just simply isn't for you.
I know I'm not the only one to feel this way, but there need to be more of us.