Potatoes Au Gratin
Oysters And Burrata With Squash
I live on the east side of L.A. So for me a trip to the west side is equivalent to what the Donner Party experienced in 1846.
Occasionally I get suckered into making the epic adventure west of the 405 freeway. But I only oblige if there is good food or great company waiting for me there.
In this case there was both.
City Tavern is one of the many delicious, unpretentious gastropubs in Culver City. Friendly knowledgeable servers will guide you towards the perfect combination of food and drink.
Check out their menu here.
How not to cut an avocado.
I am typing this post with one hand. Why? Because a few nights ago I tried to add a little flavor to a bland veggie burger.
I recently purchased a big boy knife set from Wusthof. It turns out high end chef’s knives are sharp. Believe it or not, I know how to use a knife. However, in my attempt to slice an avocado in half I bounced my brand new, ultra sharp paring knife off of the pit and deep into my index finger. It was a clean cut. I look forward to filleting steak with this knife some day.
“Fuck.” I state with relitive calm.
I drop the avocado and it rolls into the living room. I manage to place the knife carefully on the counter and rush my bleeding hand to the sink. The blood makes a beautiful pattern on my black and white kitchen tile.
“This would make a really cool visual in a murder film.” I briefly think to myself as shock settles in.
“Oh boy, who is sober enough to drive to the ER?” Not a peep from Bapu. Fortunately my buddy Brayton volunteers and we all pile into the Yaris for a trip up to Verdugo Hills Hospital (there are closer hospitals, but I’m spoiled).
It turns out I am the second avocado related laceration for the ER that night. Now I don’t feel special at all.
14 stitchs later and no pain meds, I am writing this post from the couch. I wish there was a moral to this tale, but the only thing I can think of is: be careful with knives.
I’ll be back with more food related posts soon. I’m typing a little slower than usual.
Anybody else craving guacamole? Hmmmm, maybe I’ll make some for lunch.
The Best Fish Taco Ever. El Tesoro, SF
When it comes to Mexican food, there is a simple rule to follow. The sketchier an establishment looks, the better the food is.
This couldn’t be more true for El Tesoro Taqueria and Grill. This tiny little grill is located inside a liquor store on Geary in the Tenderloin of San Francisco. You can get a 40 of old English, tacos, crack and a lotto ticket all in one stop.
What makes it so delicious? Home made tortillas, fresh, spicy salsa, cheap tilapia and a sprinkle of dirty Tenderloin crack head energy.
My advice. Go to Hemlock Tavern on Polk. Enjoy the happy hour ($5 for a PBR and Shot of Jameson) then stumble down to El Tesoro for a fish taco that will blow your freakin’ mind!
Pork Belly Tacos at Soul Gastropub in Charlotte, NC
I’m not going to lie, I was skeptical of Charlotte, NC when I found out we were shooting an episode of Man V. Food Nation there. I wondered what North Carolina had to offer other than BBQ. To be even more honest, I was expecting Charlotte to be a city full of toothless closed-minded hicks. That could not have been further from truth.
Charlotte has, friendly people, lots of live music and a surprisingly wide range of delicious dining options. They also have the best chicken wings I have ever had, but that’s another post.
Working on a food show has its perks. As soon as people find out who we are, they all want to point us in the direction of the best food. They did.
Above is the glazed pork belly and watermelon tacos from Soul Gastrolounge .
Bapu Fists a Turkey
From time to time you will hear stories of my mustache having, whisky drinking roommate. His real life is far more interesting than those of most movie characters. This is a picture from Thanksgiving 2010. Bapu is demonstraiting how to remove the giblets package while looking like a total pervert.
On a serious note, last year at this time there was a lot of very hard stuff going on in my life. I want to say a deep thank you to everyone in my life who was there for me. This life is a good one because of the family and friends I have in it. I love you all.
Happy Thanksgiving. Now go out there and do something weird with a turkey!
There is a tradition that cannot be broken. When in Palm Springs, eat at Arnold Palmers. The restaurant’s namesake not only knows how to perfectly blend ice tea and lemonade, but he is a pretty good golfer too.
Arrive early and hit the putting green out back. Grab a glass of wine and order the lobster mac n’ cheese. Lobsters live their entire lives hoping to some day be a part of this mac n’ cheese.
Arnold Palmers is a steak house. Get the bone in rib eye, thank me later.
Bone In Ribeye
Best mac n' cheese ever
Chocolate Cock Macaroon
There is a place in the Castro District of San Francisco called Hot Cookie. The Man V. Food crew was kind enough to buy me desert from this unique bakery.
I would like to share an excerpt from a recent yelp review. “I like phallic cookies. The balls were the best part.”
First Class Snacks
I have arrived. For the first time in my life someone is paying me to make a video for their booming internet company. I am being flown from San Francisco to LA first class. I feel like a total playboy.
Once in flight I was treated to a 21st Amendment “Live Free or Die IPA” and a box of upscale snacks.
From the left. Crispy duck with plum sauce and Asian noodles. Panna Cotta with candied walnut. Balsamic mushrooms. Not bad for a 45 minuet flight!
Below is a picture of something they call “breakfast” on an 11 hour long international flight on United. Suck it United!
They call this food?