Dear Diary,
I have to go to downtown LA a lot for work a lot, usually to go to Michael Levine to buy bargain (yet high quality!) fabric for our makeovers on SFAS. One thing I’ve learned is that you should never go to a crazy ass giant fabric store when you are starving, because it’s IMPOSSIBLE to choose nice colors when your stomach is eating itself. Michael Levine is downtown, and I don’t really know downtown very well. The weird thing about that part of Los Angeles is that one block feels like fancy uptown Manhattan and the next block is full of hobos, feral cats, and burning trash cans. Thus, it can be difficult to find a decent place to eat here because you might accidentally wander into a crack den. Don’t get me wrong, I love it down here (Editor’s Note: As I’m writing this I just heard the following soundbite from the table next to me: “Yes, there was a shooting. Right over there, just 40 feet from where you’re sitting. They both died.”). Anyway, one day I wandered into LA Cafe, which looks kind of like a New York bodega but actually makes really delicious iced coffee and has at least one DIVINE menu option. It’s definitely not a fancy place, and it seems kinda dirty, but it’s filled with ubertrendy downtown people wearing asymmetrical feather earrings and covered in tattoos. The item I always order is called the Farmers’ Market Salad (with Chicken added). It’s totally delicious and always fuels me to get through the rigor of a visit to Michael Levine. The salad looks like this:
It’s totally delicious and I could eat it every single day for the rest of my life. Seriously. As a final note, have you ever told a totally long story and thought it was super fascinating until it was over and then you realize it was probably boring for everyone listening? I feel like I just did that. Sorry.
Love,
Orlando
PS: The people next to me are talking about models. And they are models. Downtown LA is SO glamourous.