This weekend, I was out in LA with the suitor and friends to celebrate my friend Smelly’s 30th birthday. She was there for work, so we figured we’d keep her company. When I arrived, and after standing in line for 45 minutes for a "small SUV" (it seats close to 12 people, and was all they had) with the "never lost" system, I was starving. Everything in LA closes early. New Yorkers aren’t used to a city shutting down, ever. "I don’t give a shit where we eat; just give me something that’s open. And it has to have fish." So I guess I do care; it’s because I’m on a diet again. And I’m not the type who’s always on a diet. But leave it to me to start one right before the loveliness and carb orgy that is Thanksgiving. Is Thanksgiving even Thanksgiving without stuffing or sweet potatoes? I had been planning a private tradition of Thanksgiving alone with The Suitor (on Wednesday or Friday, just for us), but now that all I can eat is Turkey, it’s just not the same.
The suitor and I stumbled into an unassuming sushi restaurant. "Order fast. The kitchen is closing." Miso cod. Eel. Spicy tuna. Salmon sashimi. Rock shrimp tempura. I was a good girl and ate only the undressed lettuce from the rock shrimp tempura dish. I ate a hill of daikon radish. It would have tasted better with some soy, but I’m not allowed. No salt. Little did we know we were eating at Matsuhisa, zagat-voted #1 sushi in all of LA. I want to go back again for the golden miso-glazed jewels of cod flesh. Pillows of fish atop a pool of glistening, sticky sauce. Damn good. A definite recommend for those who won’t do fish beyond fried flounder.
The other night we attended the star-studded Video Game Awards, which did nothing for me. Saturday we bowled at Lucky Strike, then hit Dolce for a prix fix dinner followed by almost drinks at Tropicana in the Roosevelt Hotel. Almost because we decided to leave after making it inside. It was as boring as this "this is why I haven’t posted" post.