Attention Chef Michael Isabella:

I’m gonna need you to a.) grow some eyebrows and b.) stop saying “whatever whatever. It is what it is” every time you fuck up a challenge.
You big J.O.
Attention Chef Michael Isabella:

I’m gonna need you to a.) grow some eyebrows and b.) stop saying “whatever whatever. It is what it is” every time you fuck up a challenge.
You big J.O.
DON’T be jealous, but I’m having an affair with another website.

You guys can fuck with her too as long as you come home to me at night.
Check out my guest post on the appropriately named almostvegetarian.com
and let me know your thoughts!
don’t try too hard, steven. I’ll be here when you work it out. xo.

Last Thursday Caitlin and I met at Inaka on La Brea for a vegetarian dinner. I once told her that my friends often defer to me to pick a restaurant even though I’m usually at a loss since I only eat at Lemonade, Mani’s, and M Cafe, give or take a few spots.
Plus I like surprises and new things. So i was pretty excited when she took it upon herself to plan our date so I wouldn’t have to think about it (thanks buddy). Not only that–she also found a vegetarian place for me since I’m still not eating meat. Jesus. How many run-ons do I think I can get away with here?!
Inaka has been around a long time and serves Japanese vegetarian cuisine, as well as seafood.
What kind of seafood?
Well not only do they serve the fish plate of lunch size!!

But they also serve the fish plate of dinner size!

Rad.
I grabbed us a bottle of poison mixed with rubbing alcohol disguised as undrinkable sake from Trader Joe’s since Inaka is BYOB. Sorry. I tried.
I guess a good indication of the quality would be that the price tag ($5) was less than the corkage ($6).

Texty McText over here in the background blocking my light.

I’m not gonna lie…These pictures suck. The food was simple, healthy, and balanced. We accidentally ordered too much of it. Next time I’d maybe skip the noodles with vegetables but the mixed vegetable plate was way more exciting than it sounds. Some reviewers have complained that the food was bland but I think that’s the point–simply food where the ingredients speak fro themselves without salt ruining the party for everyone.



Tofu chocolate mouse was off the chain. I’m so bummed I just said that.


hey you know who I DON’T have a cooking crush on?
this bird:

Hey Robin, As Michael said,
“relax relax relax relax relax RE. LAX.”

P.S. Michael, you’re a dick. Call me.
hey you know what’s a good thing NOT to do when you’re trying to be a vegetarian?
going to All You Can Eat Korean BBQ at Manna with a bunch of jerkoffs who think you’re an asshole for not eating giant quantities of frozen beef in every form imaginable.
like this guy.

and this beef.





good thing for these two, sweet, Korean speaking souls, who helped me order all the right shit.

Korean style miso soup, so good:

Ok, somebody help me out here. bipbambopwhat?
forgive me, i forget what this is, but it’s something smoking hot in a hot stone pot–rice, veggies, hold the egg.
looking around at the meat piles defrosting, I felt like I had the right stuff.

mixed with spicy sauce.


lemon soju tasted like emergen-c:

followed by sweet tea:

biggie fans–what’s beef?
beef is when you can’t order veggies, hold the oyster sauce, without getting fucked with by a group of grown men.
Me: “I feel like a pain in the ass”
Them: “You know why you feel that way?!…”
Yeah, I’m aware.
If breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and I’m used to eating skillety eggs and omelettes and turkey bacon and real bacon and scrambles and turkey sausage and regular sausage and so on for breakfast…then what am I supposed to eat now that I don’t eat meat? or eggs? (if you are bored to death with my new eating habits, don’t run away just yet. it’ll all be over in 9 days).
I usually eat some variation of this granola, acai, soy milk, berry situation:
Newsroom on Robertson:


Lulu’s on Beverly:

tofu scramble with veggie sausage to mix it up:

and a giant unacceptable pile of acai on top of granola at Mani’s that rendered me unable to eat another meal for an entire day. That does not normally happen in my world.

you hate me? i’m boring?
as Dawn Penn once said–you don’t love me and I know now.
Jamie Oliver. Pepper-picking, mess-making, home-gardening, dinner party-throwing hotness. With a lisp.

I can even see your lisp in pictures! That’s amazing!

Got such a crush on you, boo. Korean pop star hair and all.

I am lucky to have not only really kind, hilarious and bright friends, but also really talented ones. I have friends who make clothes and music, cut hair and style it, and even a therapist friend here and there. Way handy.
Plus, I’m keeping my lawyer friends close since trouble knows where I stay.
I had to get my hair cut before Remy’s wedding, so I went to my friend Thy, who works out of her downtown studio, for soft, wavy, healthy layers.
I look retarded, but my hair is on point. Thy, live with me!

Then, once in NY, I started shootin the shit with my friend’s girlfriend, who I’d met once before, only to find she is in one of my favorite bands. Any chance I had of acting cool was out the window, along with my 3 drink minimum.
The best part about it is that the next day she totally remembered to bring a CD to the wedding for me. To say that I have built a fort of pillows and listened to the CD on repeat inside it ever since I got home would be an understatement.

Even better than the new cd is that the band name, Au Revoir Simone, is actually a reference to this!
Their music is sweet and ethereal and makes me sad and happy at the same time.
See? Like this:
The new album, Still Night, Still Light, requires no song-skipping at all. That’s rare.
I wish I had more pictures from the wedding, and even though it’s way embarrassing to put not one but two pictures of myself in one post, I am gonna go ahead and embarrass myself. One of my bestest buddies in the whole wide world recently started a clothing line that caters to bridesmaids (although frankly I will wear her dresses anywhere!). Here’s me looking like a major dork in one of Joanna August’s dresses.

If you wanna get down with my homies, find music here, dresses here, and hair here.
Thanks to all my buddies (old and new) and I promise no more weird promotional blog posts. I just couldn’t help it. XO
over the weekend i flew back to new york to see two of my dearest friends,



get married.
she’s a stunner.


They got married at the Player’s Club. Her brother had no trouble at all assimilating.

It was good to be back with the old




Sunday morning I stopped by Camille’s place in Park Slope for breakfast before I left.
We went to Stone Park Cafe, where my temporary veganism limited me to granola, hold the yogurt, with fruit.



Tasted like a cookie.
Camille had some sort of sausagey omelette. Probably tasted like a sausagey omelette.

Remy and Jonathan, I love you long time.
Camille, Katherine, all the OTL members living in NY, and New York, too–I miss you already.