Have you ever waited a really long time to eat at Umami and then been so hungry that you want to order every side possible? And then you’re like, yeah, I definitely want pickles on my burger–gimme the works. But you kind of have the sneaking suspicion that your definition of a side of pickles is different than Umami’s definition?
What am I supposed to do with this? Huh?
Answer me!
I’m starting this year off right, with the new camera my sister gave me for Christmas. Finally you might be able to see all the tofu you hate me for eating. Here’s a recap of this year so far:
After apparently looking possessed on New Years Eve
Joanna, Brent, and Brent’s brother Bryan invited me to the Laker game.
Bryan went to the game dressed like this:
Once he took his fur snuggie off, he was able maneuver his way to the fridge and leave a path of beverage destruction:
Speaking of path of destruction, it’s funny when the Lakers trick another team into thinking they might win and then steal all the glory in the last 3 seconds. Kobe, you silly!
The next morning my sister and I had breakfast at Newsroom on Robertson, where it took all my willpower not to order my favorite grilled veggie salad at 9am.
She had 4 pancakes disguised as one:
very sneaky:
I had Monja’s tofu scramble with spinach, caramelized onions, and broken vegan sausage bits:
For vegans, I like their lunch options better than their breakfast ones. Mine was really good, but I wasn’t that excited about ordering it.
It left me full until dinner time, which again, I spent with my sister. Duh.
Michelle, Tracy and I went to the Umami Burger at Space 1520 in Hollywood…
I wish I had tried this before I went vegan. Because if you order a veggie burger here it’s just not the same.
Tracy’s Umami Burger doesn’t look that exciting thanks to me not making him cut it in half. But he swears it’s the best burger he’s ever had.
I got a veggie burger, no bun, since the bun isn’t vegan.
My sister did too. She was pissed when it came and it was a basically a mushroom shaped like you know what. Until she ate it and realized it was actually a really good mushroom.
Good thing we also ordered a market salad with almonds and beets that look deceivingly like ahi tuna, onion rings and sweet potato french fries:
The sweet potato fries tasted like tiny, southern, cinnamon-y churros. The onion rings were the mushroom’s redemption song in my sister’s heart and mind.
After dinner we geared up to watch The Story of the US invasion of Iraq Avatar.
I’m not gonna lie, I liked it. But not as much as I love the cinematic spectacle that is my neighbor’s house:
Happy New Year y’all.