tag: food photography
February 5, 2014
I have a deep and abiding love for brunch. I know from reading Anthony Bourdain that cooks hate working weekend brunch, and that most of it is derivative, overpriced slop, often cobbled together from whatever’s left over from the week’s dinners. I know all that, and yet, I can’t get enough of the soft light and copious coffee and bloody marys. And hopefully, if I’ve done my research, I find a place like The Tasting Kitchen that takes brunch as seriously as I do.
Three different kinds of bloody marys, people. You have the option of having your waffles (which are paired with ridiculously most, flavorful, crunchy fried chicken) stuffed with bacon.
I went with my buddy A of party bus fame and ordered enough food for four people. And then he ordered half a grapefruit. Unironically.
November 20, 2013
MEAT. Hot, glistening, enormous MEAT.
That’s probably all I need to say about chi SPACCA, but here’s some more:
A ton of salumi. Our server informed us that there is a literal ton of smoked and cured meats hanging behind the kitchen.
I mean, you have to respect anyone who has whipped lard on a menu in LA.
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November 2, 2013
I guess I’m pretty lucky. I am lucky to have stumbled into a job with an understanding boss who feels more like a mentor than a supervisor. I am lucky to be living with a fabulous roommate who I can hang out with on a Friday night, just watching chick flicks with some wine and our cats. I am lucky to be able to travel. I am lucky to have friends who can shift seamlessly from a deep discussion of experimental literature into a game of flip cup.
And I am very, very lucky to have this bar within walking distance of my apartment.
Oldfield’s Liquor Room is a bit of an anomaly. Along a wide stretch of Venice Boulevard speckled with laundromats and computer repair shops nestled among residential streets, Oldfield’s looks like it should be a workaday watering hole shilling whiskey Cokes. Not so. The classic cocktails here are accomplished and refined. The house concoctions are as varied, pretty, and as downright delicious as any in Paris or San Francisco. Not bad for a little bar in Culver City.
October 31, 2013
Is there anything better than a good loaf of bread?
This, ladies and gentlemen, is the Tartine Country Loaf. This is cult bread. The beautiful book that describes how to make this bread inspired me to raise my own sourdough starter. This is the kind of bread that people line up for, with the line snaking out the door and down the sidewalk.
Standing in line for the bread was totally worth it, but if you don’t have the time, at least pick up a croissant if you happen to be in the Mission. You won’t regret it.