Day 20: Hollywood Restaurant Fail
After an epic driving tour of some of LA yesterday (La Brea tarpits, check; Ameoba records, check; Griffith Park observatory, check; a whole lot of crappy traffic, check), and some serious food and drink and conversation at Carson’s place last night, I crawled into consciousness this morning and hitched a ride into Beverly Hills to see the local library branch.
Plan to wander 90210 from there switched over to seeing a flick with mefites Ambrosia Voyeur and contraption: Surrogates, a decidedly crappy film, at the Arclight, a decidedly nice theater.
That accomplished, I got dropped off at Hollywood and Highland Park to soak in a quick dose of pure Hollywood Tourism. In Portland, when you see a Michael Jackson wandering around, you know that guy really means it; in Hollywood, it feels kind of rote after you see the third one on the same block.
So: food! I had some tasty chorizo eggs and bacon for breakfast at Carson’s, but that was a while ago. I hit up the internet to see what I could do that was better than mall food court food, settled on a place a few blocks away called Uzbekistan, and got my walk on.
It wasn’t till I hit 7707 Sunset that I stopped to make sure something wasn’t wrong. 7707 was there, just like I was expecting it to be, but it was (a) shuttered and (b) didn’t look much like a shuttered restaurant.
Okay, google again: Uzbekistan was back at 7077. Ah. I’m not walking six blocks back the way I came — I’m only gonna see a little bit of LA this afternoon on foot, so I’d rather it not be the same six blocks twice if I can help it — so I google for other options.
Option one: All American Burger, which is about a block behind me. And closed.
Option two: The Griddle Cafe, a couple blocks ahead. And: closed.
So here I sit in a (presumably recently) Grandly Opened japanese joint on Hayworth called Sansai, eating some yakisoba and feeling pretty okay about that.
Vindication: googling a bit more reveals that Uzbekistan is actually closed, too. Heh.
