
The Bourdain isn’t the most pleasant of foodie personalities out there. But he’s friggin’ honest. And he’s out there once again bein’ mouthy on the behalf of all us Rachael Ray haters.
I’m not a very ethical guy. I don’t have a lot of principles. But somehow this seems to me over the line. Juvenile diabetes has exploded. Half of Americans don’t have necks. And she’s up their saying, ‘Eat some [...] Dunkin’ Donuts. You look great in that swimsuit – eat another doughnut! That’s evil.
Bourdain. Call me. You rule. I want to go to Bali with you on one of your televised getaways.
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Watch No Reservations on the Travel Channel

I’m torn between being happy my little neck of the woods is getting some respect and being angry as hell for people pointing us out. All you “oh, I’m so west of La Cienega” people stay out! Take your douchebaggery somewhere else…somewhere like…Cheviot Hills or something.
Anyhow, I’ve eaten most of these places. I highly recommend the Oinkster and their pulled pork sandwich, served with Belgian-style frites and Carolina style BBQ sauce and the ‘real French waiter’ service at Cafe Beaujolais. His name was Jean-Luc! Oooh la la!

Hey Amy, Lindsay, Brit, Nicole, whoever, whatever – blah blah blah. Can’t even bother to finish. Something about hoggin’ up everyone’s attenshuns while our country falls to shit.
(Found at the Mitsuwa in Little Toyko, clearly not a steady haunt of beloved Angeleno celebutardos. It cost me $1.99 and not like…$30,000. Photo by optionthis.)
((Also, it appears to be completely made of sugar and various acids. It hurts my teeth to drink it.))
Click this link prease. Then send it to your mom.

MEAL OF THE YEAR 2006 – This Hot Dog from Skooby’s.
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Hey guys, I had a huge cup of coffee and then prodded Gary and Brian with sharp sticks and I must have prodded them in the magic spot, because look, we actually have our best of 2006 lists together BEFORE we got drunk on New Years. I see how this works! Work first, puke later. It’s called time management and I just figured it out!
2006 Music G&S Both Loved
Cat Power – The Greatest
Neko Case – Fox Confessor Brings the Flood
Tom Waits – Orphans: Brawlers, Bawlers and Bastards
Gary’s Picks
Asobi Seksu – Citrus
Beirut – Gulag Orkestar
Girl Talk – Night Ripper
The Gossip – Standing in the Way of Control
Mirah – Joyride: Remixes
Sonic Youth – Rather Ripped
TV on the Radio – Return to Cookie Mountain
Gary’s Favorite 06 Discoveries
Detektivbyrån
Amy Winehouse
The Long Blondes
Mew
The Pipettes
Gary’s Most Anticipated 2007 Albums
Apples in Stereo – New Magnetic Wonder
Deerhoof – Friend Opportunity
LCD Soundsystem – Sound of Silver
RJD2 – The Third Hand
Ted Leo – Living with the Living
Sherrie’s 2006 Picks
Belle & Sebastian – The Life Pursuit
Built to Spill – You in Reverse
Destroyer – Destroyer’s Rubies
Lady Sovereign – Public Warning
Mogwai – Mr. Beast
Ratatat – Classics
Sufjan Stevens – Songs for Christmas
Sherrie’s Most Memorable Shows of 2006
Madonna at Coachella (YEAH I SAID IT)
Built to Spill at the Troubadour
Belle & Sebastian with the L.A. Philharmonic at the Hollywood Bowl
Willie Nelson at the Hollywood Bowl
Wolfparade at the Wiltern
Wolfmother at the Palladium
Sherrie’s List of TV Shows She Didn’t Watch Once Despite Enthusiasm of Coworkers, Friends and Loved Ones
Grey’s Whatever
Studio 60 on the Sunset Whatever
House (Whatever)
How I Met My Whatever and Kids
Everything Else on CBS
Brian’s Most Anticipated Movies of 2007
Hot Fuzz
Grindhouse
Synecdoche, New York
Super Bad
Snow Angels
There Will Be Blood
Zodiac
Be Kind Rewind
Rocket Science
Knocked Up
Foot Fist Way
Year of the Dog
Brian’s Five Preferred Ways to Waste Time in 2006
Bully
Guitar Hero 2
Wii Sports
Okami
Legend of Zelda – Twilight Princess
That is all. Save your ‘you pansy ass hipster nerd’ comments…well, for our comments field.
Three Los Angeles-based chefs will compete on Season Four of Food Network series “Iron Chef Americaâ€Â: Ben Ford (Ford’s Filling Station), David Myers (Sona), and Robert Gadsby (Noe). The episodes will begin airing in February 2007.
They join the ranks of John Shook/Vinny Dotolo of Blue Palms, Ludovic Lefebvre of Bastide, Christophe Eme of Ortolan, Govind Armstrong of Table 8, Mary Sue Milliken/Susan Feniger of the Border Grill and Cuidad, Neal Fraser of Grace who have all battled against assorted Iron Chefs in the past. I had to google every damn name off the Wikipedia stat entry for Iron Chef America to see who was an LA chef because god knows I don’t want to give any credit to someone in San Francisco. *snooty sniff*
I am excited even though February 2007 is quite some time away, in fact, is a lightyear away in online/blog time. So I am super preblogging this bitch.
I was scrounging up a meal at the nearby Coffee Table on Colorado Boulevard in Eagle Rock when I noticed the Oinkster was finally making some progress. Workmen were delivering and attempting to install their new sign. Have you seen the menu? I saw that BBQ Pulled Pork Sandwich and I’m presold. So open up already!

You might as well know that this robot is unemployed right now, the victim of a corporate layoff. To pass the time, I’ve been uploading all my old photos to my Flickr account, remembering how crappy it felt the last damn time my hard drive full-nelsoned all my memories and data. I came upon this relic and it instantly made me sad. It’s a sign that used to hang up at the Jay Burger stand at the corner of Santa Monica and Virgil in Silverlake. Garu, DJ Zaius and I used to stop there after every dance marathon at Akbar for:
The place is shuttered now as the storefront around it remains stupidly empty. I WANT MY CHILIBURGER! It’s the only chiliburger in the world that I could stomach. I’m not the only one who misses it – fellow bloggers at Franklin Avenue have brought it up fondly as well. Thanks a lot, faceless store building dorks who shut down that entire lot.

Went to the Good Hurt on Venice Boulevard in West LA.

Received a strong White Russian from a girl bartender whose work uniform is a sexy nurse costume (she seemed okay with it).

Saw our friends all of us / none of us play. (Go listen to them at Myspace.)

Grabbed the perfect after-cocktail meal at Tito’s Tacos, which was on my mind due to a recent Franklin Avenue posting.

Tito’s Tacos inspires young people to be in love.
Hrmmn. I envy you westsiders sometimes. Your air doesn’t smell like ‘brown’ all the time like it does on some bad days in these more inland territories.




