The Monster wants a snack. He stops at Thyme Café and Market. He has been quite a few times and enjoyed it and finally it strikes him…
…Thyme Cafe serves great food and pastries, delicious desserts and features a nice selection of prepared items but…
Filed under Reviews, Thyme Cafe and Market
The Monster has never had a cup of coffee. Not once. No Turkish coffee or lattes or macchiatos or straight black. Never. Starbucks is lost on The Monster. He doesn’t take a coffee break at work. When meeting someone for “coffee” to The Monster that means water with lemon. Maybe decaffeinated tea on a rare and randy occasion.
And yet, The Monster loves coffee ice cream. He enjoys the smell of a fresh brewed pot of java. He comes from a family of coffee drinkers. And so it begs the question, why doesn’t The Monster drink coffee?
Filed under Coffee, Why The Monster Does(n't) Eat...
It’s Sunday and a drive from Santa Monica to Little Tokyo leaves The Monster wondering how there is not one song on the entirety of Sirius Radio that is any good. Flipping through every channel and nothing to listen to. Depressing. And then parking is next to impossible in these parts. Even worse. When a spot finally opens up a man peaking out of a tent promises he’ll watch The Monster’s car. Oh boy.
Going to Fat Spoon and there is a huge line at the restaurant next door, Daikokuya. And Fat Spoon is empty. Five people working. Three people eating. Through the window The Monster spies those milling about and already knows he’s made a mistake.
The Grove is a special kind of evil. The Monster hates everything about it. Horrible parking, horrible stores, worse people. Remember that awesome Farmer’s Market? Yea, The Grove ruined it. Also, The Grove sucks huge amounts of donkey balls.
But The Monster had to try out Short Order. The pain starts on Fairfax around Pico. Traffic snarls. An amazing doucheball pulls up beside The Monster blasting Ice, Ice Baby. He’s also in a Bentley convertible. With a smoking hot woman who may be giving him a hand job. Check that, she is definitely giving him a handjob as he sings along to Ice, Ice Baby in a Bentley convertible. The Monster blames The Grove.
Filed under Reviews, Short Order
Short story. The Monster wants Indian. He goes to Bombay Café. He gets chicken tikka masala and naan for lunch. It costs him $26.82.
It’s not terribly good but it is terribly expensive.
Filed under Bombay Cafe, Reviews
You love duck. You crave Korean BBQ. You have one option. Sun Ha Jang. In a brightly lit strip mall in Koreatown is this haven for those cravin’ duck. Never mind the language barrier and skip passed the rest of the menu, for you have arrived at your temple.
Soon you will be in duck heaven as the sizzling morsels of bird simmer alongside whole cloves of radiant garlic. The room becomes a pungent dream of spicy kimchi, laughing Koreans and tasty beer. Your eyes dilate and your heartbeat quickens, the meat is turning golden hues announcing it’s almost go time. And then the duck is ready and you prepare to eat your prize wrapped in bonchon goodness.
Filed under Reviews, Sun Ha Jang
The Sherbourne has a spud mixologist. The Monster will repeat. The Sherbourne has a spud mixologist.
Intrigued?
Filed under Reviews, The Sherbourne
