Because Drunken Pool is So Much Better Than Sober Pool
My tongue keeps running over the serrated edges of my newly chipped tooth from last night. It’s not so bad, you can’t really see it when I talk or smile, but if you look closely, you’ll see a tiny snag. My tongue swears it’s the size of a Giza pyramid hanging upside down geofront style. Like I could sink my teeth into a piece of meat and great white the mother fucker off it’s hook. I have to keep telling myself it’s tiny. My tongue keeps running across it. Why do we hate ourselves so much that we keep picking at the things that hurt?
I was trying to tell a story about something when I made an attempt to bite into my mug – for effect – and it wasn’t a tiny frosty mug, it was a liter. Add a few spikes and it’s a fuckin deadly weapon by ATF standards. So in my horribly coordinated state, instead of successfully biting into the mug to demonstrate the silliness of my story, I ended up colliding with the rim of the glass resulting in a very uncomfortable stun. I’m actually lucky I didn’t knock my tooth out or give myself an un-cosmetic chip. It’s bad enough I break out into whistling Pete at random times.
After downing two liters of Alaskan Amber, a few fries, a chicken strip, 3 peanuts and 3 lollipop chick cigs at Heroes, we made our way to Stubrick’s to cap the night. Stubrick’s by the way is right next to Slide Bar where the infamous too drunk to care to get her number story took place. Idiots.
Some guys who were playing pool gave us their game to finish so my friend and I went against Sketch by his lonesome. Keep in mind, all of us were pretty toasty at the time so we can pretty much sum up the game as the “longest pool game ever with 3 balls.” Luckily for us Sketch scratched and we won by default. Usually I hate winning like that, but victory is victory.
I could sprinkle in all the reasons why we initially went from West LA to downtown Fullerton, but it’s irrelevant. The important thing was that we showed moral support, we made a statement about people and friendship and the support system that we need as human beings.
I mean shit, fuck the drive, I chipped my gawd damn tooth!
Tags: Break Ups, Downtown Fullerton, Heroes, Stubrick's
For one thing at the door you’re greeted with a display of beer. Good. They’re a microbrewery so there’s definitely a wide selection of beer to choose from. If there’s another thing that FTP is, besides being ramen fans, being beer fans. The beer list has a wide selection of choices for every beer palate and it’s a good chance that you’ll find a beer that you can really enjoy. What makes the beer here special is that they are microbrews from around the world. So you can sample a beer that’s made in the good old USofA or you can have a beer named something that you’ll have a hard time pronouncing after you’ve had a few.
It’s called the Exorcism Burger because of the halo of cheese topping and surrounding the burger. This then causes an over abundance of cheese that melts out of the burger creating a halo. In my opinion, the burger is good without the cheese. However, I’m a fan of cheese in my burger and to over do it in a good way is a good thing. So is it good? Yeah, it’s good. Holy sh*t it’s good.
Santouka is located inside of Mitsuwa Plaza. If you’re not familiar with Mitsuwa, it’s a Japanese marketplace that specializes in Japanese wares and such. You can walk out of there with groceries, books, air freshener for your fast and furious import car, and rent some videos if you feel the need. However, if you leave there without having Santouka ramen, then it just might be a wasted trip.
It’s always a good sign to see a long line combined with filled seats when you’re going to an eatery for the first time. Labor Day was my Tito’s Taco day. It was a lazy Monday which was the product of getting home at six in the morning the previous evening and waking up thinking “WTF just happened?”
Once the food was ready to be eaten, there was one thing that I could not deny. The tacos were worth the wait. The cheese alone that topped the tacos were enough to bring a smile to my face. When coupled with their slightly above average chips and salsa, the experience was complete. Individually, each component was good. Sometimes there is a complete experience that makes something worthwhile.
The only other times I’ve eaten on a stationary train was in Barstow, but honestly the food at Carney’s is way better than the food that they serve there. Being on a hamburger kick lately, I’ve been apprehensive on ordering it at places I have not prepared for. So I was drawn towards the hot dog/polish sausage section. The best rule of thumb is to order the item that’s named after the place. Cause for the most part, if they don’t get that right, there isn’t much there left for you. My decision was Carney’s version of the polish sausage and of course the complementary order of chili cheese fries, which also happens to be a point of interest. The fries at Carney’s are shoestring fries and when chili is put on it, it’s a wonder that any one fry can stand the weight of the oil.
When I first saw it and brought it to my table, my mind immediately set up the grid for a Tommy’s comparison. But as soon as I bit into it, I had to stop. Tommy’s is Tommy’s. However, Carney’s wasn’t a disappointment. The thing immediately fell apart on me to where I had to get a fork and knife…to me this is a good sign. When food collapses on itself, it’s a good indicator that you’ve got your money’s worth in volume. The taste was not a disappointment either. Was it better than Tommy’s? I’d say no. For the most part it was as good as. You’ll spend more a little bit more at Carney’s, but that’s just because they’ve got more options (they’ve got beer).
Upon first impression it kept true to it’s name. There was a line outside but wait, from the looks of the list, was very short. When I peered inside I saw the reason why there was a line. The place was small; smaller than the sister restaurant in Little Tokyo. But the interior was decorated almost exactly.
Which brought us here. It’s a good place to go if you want a burger in Playa Del Rey. They have numerous variations of the classic burger, which should fill what ever burger combination you’re craving at the time. Worth a visit…but this isn’t a commentary.
