Like yesterday’s post, magazines are brain candy that are nothing short of a complete waste of money and cause full-color glossy advertorial decay of your intellect. They have page after page of half-naked metasexuals draped over each other, and that’s even say, Field & Stream. Articles are boring, not very well-written, and very rarely do they ever have new information. I subscribe to Saveur only because my elementary school-aged cousin swindled me into her school’s fundraiser.
I was dropping her family off at LAX after they had stayed with us for their Spring vacation. As my aunt and uncle were heaving enormous suitcases out of my trunk onto the curb, she said to me, in the stickiest, sweetest, pinkest Hello Kitty voice she could muster, that she loved me and would miss me and would I pleasepleaseplease come visit them soon? Please? *blinkblinkblink* My heart melted, just like she knew it would, that sneaky little professional swindler.
As soon as she saw my face soften with love and adoration for her, she promptly whipped her backpack from around back to front, pulled out an order form, and asked me right there in front of 200 gawking people waiting in the curbside line if I wanted to support her school as they sat in the storm-ravaged, rain soaked old gym as she and her classmates bake bread and sew together shoes for the starving, shoeless children in Africa? Would I buy a magazine from her? *blinkblinkblink*
I had no choice.
Okay, so I think this fundraiser of hers was actually for a new gym for her school, but she basically made it sound like I’d be a heartless African child-hater with her manipulative display in front of 200 strangers. I signed on for Saveur. If it weren’t for the fact that my aunt was scuttling about, worried about making it on time for the flight through security, my cousin probably could have gotten me to sign up for Travel+Leisure, Vogue, Parents, Ebony, and Highlights, the magazine that no one reads except patients at the dentist’s office. Hey, Ebony I could use, but what the hell would I do with Travel+Leisure? ;)
Saveur isn’t all that bad. Really. I enjoy reading about faraway places with incredible, exotic foods that I’ll never ever eat. The articles are dreamy, well written, the photos are vivid and definitely convey whatever exotic image they are trying to convey. I am just sure that I would never ever in my life ever make Indonesian fish stew made with exotic spices that are encased in the excrement of some magical sea creature for which I would have to sell my first born child.
The point is that the only time I ever read other normal girl-ish and or “style” magazines is when I am at my ultimate lalala fashionista sister’s house babysitting my niece.
I got a deep tissue massage today. I really needed it. (No, really, I did – Thanh tells me I carry all my stress and tension in my shoulders and upper back.)
So, thanks to my extraordinarily over-worked-under-employed upper back and shoulders, I got to read through their subscriber’s copy newest issue of Los Angeles Magazine. August 2006 is Los Angeles Magazine’s annual Best of LA issue, so of course, I immediately flipped to the Best of Food because I am obsessed with any and all “-est” superlative showcasing Best of/Top X/All-time Favorite/Befo
re You Die lists. I sat there in the lounge, huddled over the magazine doing even more damage to my back and shoulders, scribbling it all down in my notebook, just to save that $4.95 newsstand price that could be spent on Pinkberry.
$65 massage just to save $4.95. That’s sensible accounting by way of unemployment.
These are the editors’ Best of LA food selections only, because I don’t really care about the Best Place to Buy Girl’s Surf Gear, and come on, have not I already established that this Delicious Life is a food blog and not a place for me to unload all my mental nonsense?!?! That’s right. I thought so.
Their choices were interesting, and I love comparing against my own unqualified opinion, so as always, my own selections and comments follow. Agree? Disagree? Feel free to comment, but if you disagree, I might just accidentally delete it. (Please. I don’t even delete comments that are scathing personal attacks at me and cause me to cry tears of shame and rejection at night, so yes, feel free to comment.)
|Best||Los Angeles Magazine||vs. Sarah|
|Restaurant Cooking Class||Jar||I’ve never taken a restaurant cooking class, but based on my experience at Jar, I don’t argue this at all. Ok. Next!|
|Dumpling House||Din Tai Fung||One word: yes. In fact, Mom and her friends love these so much more than I do that they have somehow managed to find a blackmarket, back alley source, but I can’t tell you any more than that.|
|Frozen Yogurt||Pinkberry||I don’t like frozen yogurt. Might have something to do with OD-ing at Yogurt Park in college.|
|Polenta||Ford’s Filling Station||Really? All I have ever heard about Indy Jr.’s place has been negative.|
|Burger Menu||The Counter||Will someone hurl a Double Double Animal style at me if I say I love In n Out?|
|Beef Jerky||A&Z Nut Wagon||Clearly the editors of Los Angeles magazine have not stepped into a Chevron station and picked up the Hot n’ Spicy by N*joy. It’s like petrified perfection.|
|Crudo||Il Grano||Il Grano was good, but did they pick it for crudo because it’s the only place that does it?|
|Potato Chips||Bar 75 Bistro||I will forever love the Saratoga Chips at Montgomery Inn in Cincinnati, and if Bar 75 ‘s stack up, then I’m in.|
|Granola||Urth Caffe||The bread has lost favor with me, but I love La Brea Bakery‘s granola right out of the bag.|
|Matzo Ball Soup||Nate n Al’s Deli||Junior’s in Westwood. Followed by shoe shopping at Nordstrom. Duh.|
|Romantic Restaurant||Michael’s||The patio is gorgeous, but I don’t think it qualifies as the most romantic restaurant in LA. Hm, I have to think about this one.|
|Cookies||Clementine||I love Clementine (for obvious reasons), but the best cookies?|
|Restaurant for Fish||Providence||Sushi is fish, too, you know. I pick sushi. Anywhere.|
|Cookbook||Sunday Suppers at Lucques||It was my birthday last month. Feel free to buy this for me.|
|Vegetarian Takeout||M Cafe de Chaya||Re-he-he-heally?|
|Birria||El Parian||I think “birria” is goat. I will take their word on it.|
|Chopped Salad||La Scala||Predictable. It’s good, but every time I have eaten it, it has been just slightly under “bad.” Surely there is something better.|
|Floral Dessert||La Cachette||No. No “floral” dessert. wtf?|
|Thai Food||Krua Thai||What about Thai Elvis?!?!|
|Museum Cafe||Garden Terrace at the Getty Center||Better than sitting next to the Tar Pits.|
|Picnic Box||Mako||I don’t know – traipsing up and down the hills in Hollywood with raw fish sounds like you’re asking for the Immodium. I like Mediterranean.|
|Restaurant Special Night||Pig Roast and Paella Fridays at Norman’s||“Pig roast” will always sound pretty damn special to me.|
|Coffee||LA Mill Coffee||Do you read that SoccerBoy?!? I guess you were right. ;)|
** a year ago today, baklava was nuttin’, honey **