When Joanna sent Lillian and me an email that said, “Westside Adventure?” I prepared myself for both the best and the worst. The best time and, yet, the worst kind of trouble. Last time we had a Westside Adventure my poor iPhone spent the entire night in the gutter outside of her place.
She called the next day to give me the news. “Buddy? The good news is I found him. The bad news is I don’t think he’s alive. I took his little outfit off cause it got all wet.” The phone survived, the outfit didn’t.
Last night we started at Tasting Kitchen on Abbot Kinney where basically every waiter there is super hot in a sort of loser Venice sort of way and super nice in a silly, dance when I bring you your bill sort of way. Except for ours. He was a dick.
Everything below is vegan except the chicken:
Market plate made with just veggies:
Farro with balsamic and sugar snap peas:
Endive with hazelnut and kumquat:
Chicken wings man:
Look, I get it, I’m vegan and that’s annoying. Chefs hate vegans even more than they hate people who ask for the meat well-done. With this awareness, I try to be as appreciative and mellow about it as possible. When I asked our server what was or could be made vegan, he suggested any of the pastas. I told him my concern that pasta typically has eggs and he said, “Well, yeah, I guess, if you wanna go all the way with it.”
Dude. What do you think veganism IS if NOT going all the way with it? I didn’t say vegetarian, did I?!
Dick!
Ok, I’m done I swear.
The rest of the night was fun….I would tell you about it, but, as my dear friend Sophie once advised me….Less History More Mystery.
