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Ariza’s Where Are You?

We were at El Prado last night when we noticed that Ariza’s wasn’t at their spot; this scared us. Emosweater made note that it hasn’t been there for the passed three days, so that made it even scarier. So if anyone knows what happened to Ariza’s or where they went – I can only imagine that their presence on that street wasn’t exactly legal, especially when squatting meters – please let us know. It’s hard getting good Mexican food for that cheap without having to chase trucks and deal with restaurants that cater to, well, ya know, people who don’t really know real Mexican food. Ya know, people who think Baja Fresh is something of a heroic staple. Seriously, WTF.

Ariza’s, where are you!?

In an attempt to pay homage to the great Taco Truck/Trailer and also to get a fix for some good tacos, I made some tacos at home using left overs, looks nice right? Wrong, it was just…ok. The meat I used was seriously just some left over stuff that was sitting around. When it comes down to it, the salsa and the meat make the meal. Anyone can chop up onions and cilantro and flip corn tortillas over heat, but the “meat” of the meal comes from the, well, meat along with the salsa. And Ariza’s uber spicy tomatillo salsa was the icing on the already delicious cake. I might actually cry right now.

Tags: Ariza, Cooking, El Prado, food, Tacos

Parking Lot Parties and Porta Potty Prevention Policies

Time couldn’t have been any slower than it was yesterday. Watching the time tick at what seemed like half the pace of slower than slow was torturous. That uneasy, antsy, nervous energy that makes you shake your leg in unimpeded pedi-strokes makes the trek through the time shift of forever feel forlorn in unforgotten futility.

Fast Forward. Emosweater was standing by his car as mine pulled up, I lucked out and sniped a parking spot in the wonky plaza where Good Microbrew & Grill sat. All he had to do was make mention of $3 beers and flash me a photo of a burger with a halo of crispy fried cheese singing praises of wonderment to make me strong arm through that nasty 10/110/101 orgy of fat traffic and see for myself. My stomach was whimpering its fugliness that feeding time was due hours ago so there was high priority in me kicking its face in with a good old fashioned burger.

We were two of five and the hostess, who refused to seat us because the rest of the party wasn’t present suggested we romp a tiny table and musical chairs our way up and play table tango until the rest of the team arrived. The five of us were finally there to combine our lionbots and have a Voltron of a time.

Four rounds of mystery beers and an Exorcism Burger later we time lapsed the night time streets to El Prado where we indulged in playing guessing games with the bartender, let the ladies ladle wine and lounge in leisure while the men decided crafty beers and clinky cheers were standard fair for our nightly affairs.

With Ariza sitting in our stomachs and sobering up in parking lot parties the night time ne’rdowells did nothing but needfully bring time to its knees. Emosweater literally got shit on his pants from prancing too close to porta potties and a decision came my way that peeing between two cars is cover enough to make me go camouflage.

Congratulations this is our 100th post.

Tags: Adventure, Ariza, Beer, El Prado, Good Microbrew & Grill, Silver Lake, wine

It’s F-ing Friday

It’s been an active morning so far. Dropped off my roomie at LAX for his trip to DC, grabbed a real cup of espresso, it’s been awhile, my friend is a new aunt and I’m looking forward to Chuseok (Korean Thanksgiving/ Harvest) tomorrow – which means good home cooked eats from ma.

I’m in good spirits. Fall has come with a nice breeze here on the Westside, it’s a bit warm and I can only imagine it being much hotter out east of here, but the air is dry and the mornings feel crisp. I love that feeling.

Like dancing lights and daylight fireflies there’s a brightness to these mornings that make me appreciate life and all the goodness it has to offer. So I have one request for all of you guys today: Go out and make something happen. It doesn’t have to be epic, it doesn’t have to be a crazy bar hop with brawls and killer hookers in between. It just has to be something that makes you feel like you’re living your life. Watch a show, play some music, start your book, throw a party, get drunk with your family, take your friends and hit up the best fuckin burrito that you know of, it doesn’t matter, embrace everything that is life right now.

Seriously, it’s fuckin Friday.

Go out and make something happen.

Tags: Friday, life, Music