GRUB One Out + Lark Cake Shop

It was in 1983 when The Eurythmics first proclaimed, "Sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree?!" over a synthesized Roman orgy of melodies and moaning. I may or may not have been conceived to this song, but that is neither here nor there. The point is, this song is the first thing that popped into my head when I looked at the pictures I am about to reveal. You should watch this video to prepare yourself for the photographs you are about to witness...



Spinning in circles blindfolded while playing a cello in field of cattle is how I will probably spend my next birthday...that is, if I play my cards right.

NOW you are ready.


BEHOLD...A restaurant called Grub located on what I believe is a soundstage disguised as a house in the middle of Hollywood. You can never be too sure in this town...nothing but smoke and mirrors. (My place is a halfway home disguised as an apartment building.)


BUFFALO CHICKEN MAC AND CHEESE. I don't know what kind of sick bastards dreamed this up, but it is SENSATIONAL. Over the top and inappropriate in every way, but it was the bees knees for about 3 bites and then I cried and shot it out my nose.


My photographer/cousin/date (no incest), Diane ordered this burger. Isn't it pretty? It felt pretty in my mouth!


Libby's Famous Fosse Cookies are chocolate chip cookies, rolled in potato chips. HOOOOOOOTY HOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

I need to try everything on Grubs menu because they have shit like Crab Cake Burgers, Brie BLT's, and "Crack" Bacon Quesadilla's that cannot go uneaten, YAFEELME?

After my friends and I spent the day getting rained/hailed on and MacGyvering our way into the All Star Game festivities, we walked into Lark Cake Shop in Silverlake soaking wet. Best remedy for a shitty day EVER.




By far, my favorite cupcakes in LA. The Berry Shortcakes are works of art and as the premier bon vivant of baked goods in LA, I am giving these my seal of approval. Silky white cake with a creme patisserie filling, topped with a blanket of whipped cream and fresh berries. FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK ME!! Pardon my French.

Sorry if this confused you into being hungry.

Shakey Chihuahuas and Such

I'm dogsitting the most depressed (and well-endowed!) chihuahua in the history of man and it's been crying uncontrollably since I sang it a song. This dog is such a Debbie Downer and its pissing me off. That will be the last time I serenade a canine with an original tune.

ANYWAYS...I have been eating a lot and not blogging as usual. I've mainly been Cat Daddy'ing up and down Venice in hopes that I get discovered by some kind of Asian dance group. No luck so far, but I did receive several thousand offers for discounted bongs and corn dogs.



Hit up this magnificently Mexican restaurant in Silverlake called Alegria.


Best aguas frescas quite possibly EVER. This one was made of kiwi and I agua fresca'd all up in my booty shorts.


The potato tacos were named some of the best tacos in LA according to their menu. Where they got this information, I'm not sure. Although, I do believe whoever told them that was probably a lentil-scented vegan that lives in a tree somewhere in Silverlake. STILL GOOD THOUGH, STILL GOOD.


CARNITAS PLATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This resulted in bone shattering nuttage that only dispenses from my body after I watch Derrick Rose dunk mixtapes on YouTube.


OOPS! Looks like I went to Vegas again! My pal Chris and I decided to make medicinal cocktails aka hot toddy's at a gas station in Baker because it's easy to contract H1N1 when you're in Vegas. All you need is a bottle of Jack, gas station hot water, and lemon tea. I also threw in some Airborne for good measure.




After a long night of being mistaken for a hooker and dougie'ing atop questionable platforms, I felt like negative a million bucks the next morning. Luckily, I hit up Mon Ami Gabi with my pals Mimi and Silvia, in the elegant Paris Casino along the strip. Had mimosas, waffles, oysters, butter lettuce salad, and steak frittes...as real Parisians do after a night of hearty Sailor Jerry consumption.

Alas, my favorite 24-Hour Korean food dispensary, BCD Tofu House...where the tofu soup flows like sewage and the service grows worse as you visit more frequently.



My friends and I went here at 3 am after we grew tired of being turned away from clubs for being too hot. Our server for the evening even topped off our meal with a "thank you, sir."

One more thing....if you haven't ordered a pizza online from the Domino's website, you have not lived. Voyeurism can be experienced in its purest form using the Domino's Pizza Tracker.



LUHH YOU!