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• Posted Anisette Brasserie: The Gift of Living Well to LAist
  Alain Giraud is a charismatic guy. He is the picture of a merry chef, walking through his restaurant in his whites, with a warm smile, raking his fingers through a pristine silver hairdo that only a Frenchman can pull off. And even when he whispered (politely) to me, “Madame, please don’t take pictures of the restaurant”, I could not help but smile and say, alright then. He is just that, how do you say… geniale....
• Posted Plywood down at Father's Office!! to LAist
  ...Or at least most of it is! Finally, a first look at the inside of the second Father's Office. My husband, one of the most ardent FO groupies I've ever met, drives past the new location at the Helms Bakery in Culver City everyday, in the hungry hope of catching the plywood coming down, or (gasp!), the "open" sign beaming beer & burger hope into the night sky. Today, at least part of his prayers...
• Posted LAist in the Kitchen: Best Ever Banana Bread to LAist
  This banana bread recipe is so good. So good that you'll find you've finished half a loaf without noticing. No. Really. So good that it's totally worth waiting for those bananas to turn black and attract a swarm of fruit flies. (Well, maybe don't wait THAT long). So good that you might just find yourself talking to it while it's toasting up in your toaster oven the next day. "There's a good lass. Only a...
• Posted The Hothouse: Improvised Theatre to LAist
  I have never been an improv fan. Another empty back room? Another watered-down drink? ANOTHER bunch of folks asking me to “name a city” so that they can squeeze some cheesy hilarity out of it? No thanks. Me and my Friday night are gonna hang out on the solo tip. However, I will drop everything I have when there’s an improv show at the Hothouse in the NoHo arts district. Every Friday night until the...
• Posted What the Freekah? to LAist
  A few weeks ago, while perusing the offerings behind the glass at the Surfas café, I noticed a bowl of green grains labeled “Freekah salad”. “What’s that taste like?” I asked. “It’s easier if you just try it,” said the friendly lad behind the counter, handing me a spoonful. I ate it. I frowned. Then I smiled. “Did you add that smoke in a bottle stuff to it? It’s so smoky!” “Nope,” he said....