I've been lazy about posting. Mostly because work has been a bit hectic this week and I've come home with little energy for much more than clearing the Tivo backlog. However, last night I met a friend for dinner at Shamshiri, a Persian restaurant in Westwood. Until now, my only experience with Persian food had been the home-cooked stuff made by an old boyfriend's mother. He would always bring it home after weekends spent visiting his family. Weekends I was never included in, as he (in spite of having lived in the U.S. since he was a child) didn't want his parents to know about his non-Persian girlfriend. As delicious as the food was, I could never really enjoy it, knowing that his mother had no idea that his secret girlfriend was tucking into it.
Anyway, Shamshiri was worth my 8 year gap in Persian food. I gorged myself on the most delicious chicken and kebabs, and a frisbee sized portion of rice, and I still came home with the biggest doggie-bag ever. Now I feel compelled to try all the Persian restaurants on the Westside.
And in more pigging out news, I've had a few more food-coma lunches with the work crowd. I finally, finally had my first Langers sandwich. Words can't even describe it, but I'll go ahead and try. Not only was the pastrami perfect, but the bread. The bread! (did I mention the bread?) I don't know where it's from, but it might be most of the secret to the sandwich. The perfect combination of crunchy crust and soft, chewy inside. I'm already dreaming about the next one.
There was also a festive birthday lunch at La Parrilla (I recommend the Tacos del Carbon), a speedy jaunt to Curry House (it's all about the Tonkatsu with curry sauce), and another to Rocket Pizza (I'm still thinking about the prosciutto and argula). Who knows where we'll go next, but I am going to turn into a barrel. (Can't find a link for Rocket, btw.)
And of course, I continue to have brushes with Los Angeles' finest representatives of Crazy. It's most often on the bus, but last night's winning encounter happened to be at a Ross Dress For Less. I was early for my dinner and since there was a branch of this fine emporium across the street, I decided to see if there were any lucky shoe finds. As I made my way to the size 7 1/2's, a man walking behind me stormed past and shoved me into a rack of Designer Sportswear.
"I'm so sorry', I said (sarcastically), "was I in your way?"
"Sorry! You're sorry! That's what my ex-wife said, and then she went and cheated on me! Cheated on me!"
Then he tore into a pile of what looked like men's undershirts, throwing them here and there while he looked for his size.
And I did not find any shoes.