🚀 go-pugleaf

Hi Angelenos,

Oh, finally, a holiday season not overshadowed by She of Claremont
(formerly She of Pasadena), and more recently head She-wolf >>>gong!<<<
of Palo Alto.  I had two delicious meals this weekend.  The first at
Ciao Trattoria on 7th between Figueroa and Flower -- in Los Angeles,
silly, but Marilyn Safire couldn't find it any easier than she could
find her own asshole with a mirror, a flashlight, and two if not four
hands. Antipasti for two (prosciutto, bresaola, arugula, olives, shaved
reggiano parmigiano, fresh bufalo mozzarella, two different kinds of
freshly baked bread rolls, grilled pickled red peppers, etc.) followed
by seafood risotto for my companion (scallops and shrimp with tons of
saffron and asparagus spears) and saltimbocca di vitello for me.  We
then shared an excellent tiramisu before returning to El Estacion de los
Estados Unidos and retiring across the street from Olvera Street for
aguas frescas (tamarindo for him, limon for me), whilst listening to los
mariachis de la calle warble and wail their stuff. 

But Marilyn is built of sturdier stuff than Italian food.  Then I had
lunch at Woodlands in Artesia.  Sambar, rassam, iddly, masala dosai,
spicy lima bean curry, fresh fruit salad, puliyodarai, it goes on.  Then
we had kulfi.  Delish.

I hope you Bay Areans keep Marilyn from coming back to LA, or at least
from posting her uninformed drivel to Los Angeles newsgroups.  Again.

Arne
adolfsen@earthlink.net