LAist Interview: The BSE
Everyone loves a mystery. But Mondays turn into Fridays turn back into Mondays and it’s not long before you arrive at the sobering realization that the last time a good, old-fashioned whodunit inundated your methodical lifestyle was during a chance encounter with the collected works of Agatha Christie. Imagine your surprise, then, when going about your normal A.M. routine – coffee, toast, LAist (ahem), MySpace status update (mood: exanimate!) – you happen upon a peculiar friend request from someone called “The BSE.” Nary an identifier save a graphic of a fighter jet in flames, you click over to find a well-designed, visually appealing web page with a red, “Who is the BSE?” button in the upper right corner daring you to solve the riddle.
Relieved that Bovine Spongiform Encephalitis has yet to be anthropomorphized, it turns out that BSE is an acronym for Best Supper Ever, as in The Search For. Upon further perusal, you come to find that a group of twelve rag-tag 20somethings are slashing and burning a path through Los Angeles’ restaurant scene, reviewing food and décor alike, and we (the discerning palate-d public) are to “Deal with it”. Well, yeah. OK. We can do that. Especially when we’re told that “Drakar cologne [is] a must” for attending a restaurant in the Hollywood and Highland complex or that “The chandeliers were very ‘trophy wife’” at a local Peruvian joint, which ended up with a 6.5/10, no doubt because one reviewer was “pretty sure someone peed on [their] bike outside”. This ain’t your parent’s Zagat, folks. Despite a wild ride of a read in the culinary pursuit of the good, the bad and the downright unsanitary, several questions still remain: What’s with all the pseudonyms? How do you join? And what do they have against Boston Market?