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"Welcome to My Home." Written, directed, produced, and starring Brenda Dickson. Part I... ...and Part II. Last Autumn I ate so much Halloween candy, Thanksgiving Tofurkey, and Happy Birthday Jesus grocery store sheet cake that I gained five pounds in two months. This year I'm determined not to let that happen again, so I have decided to start a preemptive diet and exercise plan right now before the holiday fattening season is in full...

The appeal of the indie coffehouse hasn't been fully exorcised from my 21st century modus operandi; I suppose I'm Gen X to the core, easily seduced by a yellow-lit room full of mismatched and well-worn furniture, singer-songwriter melodies emanating from low-fi boombox speakers, and walls bearing a wagon-train display of local artists' efforts. This is probably why I was recently tickled pink to rediscover Lulu's Beehive on the Sherman Oaks/Studio City borderline when I wandered in one overly warm morning and tucked into a latte and a look-see at the latest inky LA Weekly. It seems the Beehive and its caffeinated goings-on survived where so many other indies didn't as the mighty 'bucks and Coffee Beans bulldozed their way onto a corner--and corners--near you. Lulu's comes with the prerequisite tables of industry types talking about the Toronto Film Festival and has ample table-top space and plugs for the ubiquitous laptops of the lower eastside of the Valley. I'm shamefully impressed by their extensive selection of sugar-free Torani syrups; perhaps a survival strategy is to cater to the NutraSweet ingesting South Beach Diet denominator in the clientele. No matter. I was enamored with my (sugar free) Almond Latte and toasted everything bagel, and smugly appreciative of the multiple carvings that defaced the top of the table my goodies sat on. And even though I'm sitting here writing this, sipping my Grande house brew from my local corporate coffee-teria, my heart belongs to the indies.

We've seen issues with spinach, Taco Bell lettuce, and most recently peanut butter, and now there is a recall on a product that is stamped ok for the South Beach Diet.

Foxy's is a strange intersection of alpine a-frame lodge and Mexican inspired cooking. They're known for their extensive breakfast selection, with many of the dishes combining two of our favorite entities: the poached egg and hollandaise sauce. This time we opted for the Crabcakes Benedict with some potatoes and a nice cup of coffee. On past visits, when under the numbing influence of the South Beach Diet, we've gone for low-carb, breadless breakfasts, with chicken breast, spinach and poached eggs. But there was no Beach in sight, so we embraced the carbs without a second thought. Our meal appeared almost as soon as we'd ordered it, which was a little suspicious, and, coupled with the coolly detached and hurried table service, it gave our visit a feel of Foxy's wanting us out of there fast. Some people rave about the service, but frankly it's just so-so; no one asks how everything is, and no one said "thank you" when we paid our bill, which is always kind of a turn off. The food, however, is good. The eggs were poached to perfection, there was just enough sauce but not so much that it was too rich, and the crabcakes were quite savory. Of course, the power in East LA came back on sooner than we expected (or hoped) and our mini-vacation came to its end. But out of the darkness came our breakfast at Foxy's, which was, all things considered, worth it.

Happy Chinese New Year! The Year of the Rooster begins today and we encourage you to follow the traditions that will ensure your prosperity for the next 12 years. Being poor and destitute in Los Angeles because you didn't honor the proud male chicken just doesn't seem like a good plan.