Day 5: Naan, Dahl and Chicken Masala for lunch..when it comes to food, L.A. is as extravagant, fancy and individualistic as its inhabitants try to be. (Where else would you find a restaurant called the "Stinking Rose" where all the dishes, even the deserts, consist of garlic? Or who in Europe that isn't a permanent resident of a psychiatric institution would mix pancakes with fried bacon?). In the evening we got some stuff to barbecue with Dan's friends at a butcher that looked as sterile as if all the employees were embracing the idea of a vegan-lifestyle. Where were all the butchers with bloodstained clothes and sweat dripping from their foreheads for mens' testosterone to feast upon that one vaguely recalls from childhood ?! ...Sangria-infused night and a guy present at the party that had been cooking for "El Bulli" in Spain. What a food-revelatory day!
Sidenote: visited the Annenberg Photographic Museum displaying photographs of musicians..yawn, the idea of creating pop icons with the help of photos is as old as my grandmother's grandma.