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Sometimes it’s good to be a blogger

For some unknown reason, I managed to score an invite to the opening party/press clusterfuck of The Market at Santa Monica Place. I can’t find a decent link for it, but it’s a combination of very upscale food court and foodie destination for ‘artisan local products’.

Floral arrangement.

All I know is there was tons of really, really good food being passed around (including fresh burrata from the salumeria) and lots of wine.

I’ve been trying to eat healthier lately, but I’m only human.

Fresh chocolate chip cookie? Yes, please.

Salted caramel ice cream? Pass it over.

Overly garnished fried thing on a plate? I don’t know what it is but, what the hell. You only live once.

Pretzel dress

Why yes, nice person at Rockenwagner bakery, I would like a goody bag to take home (breakfast this morning: pretzel rolls).

After going batty trying to take a good picture of Jonathan Gold (local food critic, bad posture), I gave up and just ate the good food, talked to the nice people and drank wine. Lots and lots of wine.

Surprisingly, I feel okay this morning, except for the cheese tummy, which will hopefully resolve itself before I have to go to work tonight.

Should you be in Los Angeles, I’d recommend Nice Cream (salted caramel ice cream. It’s like crack), Norcino Salumeria (the best mortadella I’ve had in a long, long time, and they made fresh burrata, so I love them forever),¬† and, well, just about every place in there.

Cooking school display

I’m going to go try to bike off the cheese before work.

Filed under: Los Angeles, Non-Work, Off-Topic, Photos

3 Responses

  1. SinoSoul says:

    while LA may suffer permanent inferior complex when compared to SF, I think this market has *gasp* excellent small scale producers despite the absolute corporate build out.

  2. boskolives says:

    It sounds like you might be on the verge of being lactose intolerant, have a look into “Lactaid” pills (one of several brands) to avoid the post milk / cheese / ice cream / anything that was near a cow at some point grief. Nothing says anxiety like 15 hours on a small interior set, holding in farts.

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