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.
As the song crescendos so does Mr. FML. The Monster makes it to Short Order and ends up spending way too much money on decent but by no means revelatory food.
Turkey burger with melted celery, leeks, mustardy mayo. Vanilla shake (irony). Short order spuds with truffle salt. Travel across town and spend lots of money on this food again? Nope.
Over thirty dollars and Vanilla Ice is forever ruined.
The Monster blames The Grove.
Why go? The last handjob you got/gave was in seventh grade.
Monster rating: 2½/5 Monsters
6333 West 3rd Street
Los Angeles, CA 90036