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westwood village trades up
in the most delightfully lopsided transfer of properties since babe ruth was shipped to my beloved yankees for a fat stack of cash, westwood village has given the perpetually-overrated pinkberry the big heave-ho and replaced it with the unstoppably-delectable yogurtland. phew. and while i’m sure there are plenty of ucla students, freshly brainwashed on pinkberry’s tart yogurt-powder, who will be keen to revolt as their local hills-era yogurt store stumbles off into the sunset, i would like to assure said misled youth that they will have much more fun gaining their freshman-fifteen at yogurtland.
here is the picture a jubilant janelle sent from her blackberry on a lunchtime stroll with the note: “i just walked down the street and freaked out. they closed pinkberry and are turning it into a yogurtland!!!!!”
you can put fresh strawberries, chocolate sprinkles and nerds on your strawberry banana, lychee and cookies and cream yogurt, people. nerds. on. yogurt. thinkaboutit!!!
Add comment May 3, 2009
as delicious as a heart attack
you know that friend who tends to be a bit more courageous than the average bear when it comes to food? and i’m not talking about the moron who is happy to drink a concoction of condiments or swallow a healthy mound of wasabi or do his best andrew zimmern impression on a flavored, cooked insect. i’m talking about the guy/girl who wants to stop at the grease truck on 11th avenue at two am, the sausage & pepper cart on landsdowne street after the – barf – redsox game or the oaxacan taco truck on lincoln. the guy/girl who can’t go back to his/her hotel room in phuket without a few sticks of street meat or spends thirty-minutes enjoying a duck soup on the curb of some random soi in bangkok. i’m talking about the guy/girl who isn’t turned off, but conversely excited by a restaurant that is described as “okay, seriously, i know this place looks like it’s more elephant shower than eatery, but trust me the food rules” or food explained as “definitely greasy, but completely worth the clogged arteries and shiny, bad skin.”
yeah, so if you have that friend, you know what i’m talking about. and if you don’t, well, you’re about two run-on sentences beyond the point of no return so there isn’t much point in stopping now. in any case, i know what i’m talking about. i have those friends. i am also that friend. that’s why, regardless of the way i know it would make me feel, look and smell, i have – on four consecutive morning communites (still well within breakfast time) – been distracted by the following food items, proundly displayed on the west wall of the jack in the box on lincoln and pico:
dear jack in the box: go f*ck yourself with your delicious looking mini donut-sized burgers – mmmm donuts – which i suppose i’d have to consume with a side of your gross (also delicious) buttermilk ranch and a diet coke big enough for one of those retarded-looking goldfish with the tumor-heads to swim in. and seriously, taco nachos? there is no way that this dish tastes good, but i swear to the gods of adolescent obesity that if i wasn’t on a fast-food hiatus for the year of two-thousand and nine i would know for damn sure. and then i would try a few more times, you know, just to make sure i was committing to an appropriate sample size.
also, a quick word to the ultimate breakfast sandwich: you are a delectably greasy mound of saturated fat, empty calories and cholesterol. you are the unhealthiest of breakfasts that i’ve only eaten after midnight and digesting you is so hard that it sends my system into shock and induces night-terrors and hot flashes. i miss you.
Add comment April 24, 2009
mike + ike + italian ice = ummmmm
great god of collegiate munchies, you have delivered once again. i can’t believe this exists. i wouldn’t believe it if i hadn’t seen it on the “really, you’re done shopping? are you sure?” counter in walgreens. not since the day my friends matthew and susie bought me a case of kinder eggs have i been this excited about opening a box of glorious confection. i mean, really, look. at. this.
okay, so these might be some of the weirder tasting candies i’ve had in some time, but the combination was bold, the ingredients were chosen with good intent and i still managed to finish the box in well under ten minutes. my imagination thanks you, mike and ike brand. my teeth, tastebuds and stomach, however, would like you to go f*ck yourself.
Add comment April 12, 2009
