milk

IMG_0077milk is one of those places that really belongs in l.a. the interior is bright and white, and the place just gleams from the street corner on a cool june night. with its bold red sign, you really can’t miss it driving down beverly boulevard. then upon entering, you become so enamored by the sight of all the different ice cream products that you are confused into paying $3.25 for a scoop.

the first time i went to milk, i ordered a scoop of banana dulce de leche and it was pretty good. but it was more banana than dulce de leche, and that’s the wrong side to err on in my opinion. then i stole a taste of my friend’s coffee toffee. it was rich and robust; the coffee flavor really punched through. i was promptly enveloped in jealousy.

last night, after all that beer and basketball, we went to milk, and this time i ordered a scoop of coffee toffee. i reveled a bit in the strong, creamy-coffee flavor and the crunchy shards of toffee. then i took a bite of my friend’s strawberry shortcake ice cream bar. one little bite and the strawberry flavor swept my mouth, and there were delicious little crumb clumps embedded in the coating, too. i was promptly enveloped in jealousy.

now guess what i’m determined to get next time. this is going to be a vicious (delicious!) cycle.

milk also has a substantial food menu (i was intrigued by the crispy skin ½ chicken i saw scrawled on the specials board) and a side case of baked goods (their blue velvet cake is pretty popular, i sense), but if i’m going to bookmark this place for anything it’ll be for the ice cream. you can justify plunking down a fistful of dollar bills for homemade ice cream if it leads to a night of thrilling conversation, right?

now, you tell me: would you rather date a guy with a comb-over or a guy who’s 4’11”? or: a girl with a moustache or a girl with four missing teeth? we sat outside in those metal chairs till closing time hashing these complex issues out, and it just wouldn’t have worked without the ice cream.

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beer

Yardhouse1there was some kind of basketball game going on yesterday. the bar was packed. purple and yellow everywhere. people cheered… and i sat quietly at our table, facing “the wrong way,” admiring my pretty pretty beer.

we had gone to yard house early and claimed some seats outside. since we knew we were going to be camped out there for a few hours at least, my friend suggested we pace ourselves with the ordering of food and drinks and order a little at a time. oh, you mean i have to sit here and try a bunch of different appetizers? and i have to keep ordering drinks? and plates will continue arriving throughout the evening? hm, interesting. perhaps i like this “watching sports” thing.

i eventually got around to trying one of yard house’s beer blends: the youngberry chocolate. it’s a half-half combo of lindemans framboise and young’s chocolate stout. i’d seen this on the menu before and always thought it was kind of gimmicky – one of those things that only sounds appealing. and i love the framboise on its own (meets my very strict tastes-like-juice criteria for alcoholic beverages), so why mess with it? plus, i don’t even like chocolate with raspberry in real life. but when my drink arrived, i …uh, kind of sucked it down. it was pretty delicious. what makes the blend a great idea is the fact that the creamy stout offsets the acidic pucker of the lambic and adds that velvety layer of foam on top. foam, foam, foam, i love foam.

i may not have come away from last night caring any more about basketball than i did before, but youngberry chocolate: i smack my lips at you.

the other night

my friday evening at target…

scenario 1: man approaches me

“excuse me, do you know where i can find maxi pads?”
“…  yeah, i think they’re over in that aisle.”
“haha, boy, this brings up bad memories of my mom asking me to pick these up for h– ”
“yeah, i’m pretty sure they’re in that aisle.”

scenario 2: man rolls his cart by while i am picking out some crackers

“no, don’t get those. they’ll make you fat.”

scenario 3: man walks by me while i am holding a dish rack

“that is a dish rack.”

why, yes, strange sir, it is. i go back to my car now and eat with my friends at señor fish, ok bye bye.

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lamill coffee boutique

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before i even left the house to head to lamill, i had my heart set on the house-made brioche donut holes that i kept hearing about. with a strong, rich cup of coffee – nothing sounded better to start a leisurely day off.

when i sat down to order, though, i received the heartbreaking news from the waitress that they had just run out. oh well. i was hungry for lunch anyway, so i ordered a panini and a café con leche.

…and settled in at my table outside.

…cracked open my book…

…and then!

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to do

yesterday evening, in a lull between errands, i opened all the windows wide and sat down on the couch with the may issue of sunset. there must have been something about the balmy evening air or the fact that summer is oh-so-close, because flipping through the pages soon had me dreaming up all sorts of pleasant possibilities for the coming months. i took out my pretty little notepad from my purse, one i bought on a whim while i was in boston last month, and scribbled down notes and addresses in a happy frenzy. my findings were as follows. enjoy!

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an article about exploring the l.a. river by bike included a blurb about l.a. bread, a bakery on los feliz blvd. i say skip the bike riding and head straight for those caramelized banana pancakes. priorities. please.

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reading about the happy hours at a couple places downtown made me want to grab some friends and get all young/hip/urban on y’all. um, yeah. anyway:

35¢ gin cocktails at
the edison (thursdays, 5-7)
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tacos and mojitos at
ciudad (monday-friday, 4-7)

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i’m not much for wine, except for the dessert variety, so when i saw one on their list that was a blend including muscat: hello, pen on paper. and ten bucks, at that! it’s a house white from the magnificent wine company. i hope it’s good, so that i can realize the vision i have in my head of languishing beneath a shady tree with a glass of it in my hand, bowl of strawberries at my side.

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a pretty pretty picture renewed my fascination with macarons and nudged me again towards paulette, a bakery a friend had gushed about months ago.
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and the last item on my list: “make limoncello?” i’ll let you know how that one goes.

out & about

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it doesn’t take much to get me to stay in on the weekends. i usually like idling around the house… catching up on tv shows i’ve missed, acquainting myself with a new library book, having time to unroll thoughts that have gotten tangled during the week… getting out for a run to the market, if i’m lucky. sometimes i’m pretty sure all that’s keeping me from being a reclusive cat lady are some cats.

but this weekend, thank goodness, i got myself out of the house. when the weather warms up, people want to go outside and play, and it doesn’t take much to get me to join in.

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