Picture this -- right
after Mass, a quarter past eight, we drove to Los Feliz, saw a line at Los
Feliz Café, thought about stopping by, but decided to keep on driving, then on
to the hip and trendy Hillhurst, nothing new jumped out at us, so we continued rolling
to Central LA. Read some great reviews
about Square One Dining, so we stopped by, but parking was horrible, so we
continued on to the gas station. While
there, husband made a reservation at Cecconi in West Hollywood thru Open
Table. Now we have a destination. Sounds great, right? Not so fast, haha! Drove another 30 minutes. When we got to Cecconi, we realized we’re way underdressed for the place with
our Deutschland jerseys… it’s World Cup Finals by the way. Hmmm… now where
to? We’ve been driving for more than an
hour now. We could have been to Santa Barbara if we headed North. Back to Los Feliz? Indeed, we drove back to Los Feliz Café, parked
the car, unbuckled the Little Guy and walked to the restaurant. Right when we were at the doorstep, husband turned
around and said, “let’s go somewhere else.”
Huh, are you kidding me? So back to the car, and off we drove for another
30 minutes or so. And, guess where we
ended up, Spark Woodfire Grill in Studio City which is 20 minutes away from
where we started.
For the drinks, Blood Orange Mimosa for the hubby, Dark Chocolate Truffle French Press for me. Then, I had Oyster Mushroom & Asparagus Scramble with extra chicken apple sausage on toasted ciabatta with white truffle oil, Bellwether Farms fromage blanc and breakfast potatoes. Husband
had Braised Sort Ribs and Eggs with grilled polenta, poached eggs, chipotle bearnaise and breakfast potatoes.
Yum!
