Back in SF, and I’m not sure exactly when it happened, but my internal body clock now seems to be set for about 6:22 am. And it doesn’t seem to matter when I went to sleep or whether I took an ambien or if Cheese is home or not. and on a day like this it sucks. I had nothing to be up for and all I wanted was to be able to sleep in this am.
Some of today’s goals: buy some healthy food to have in the fridge and start taking my lunch to work at least some of the days; go to GNC and buy some vitamins and that stuff Big Daddy recommended; get a copy of Ruth Reichl’s Tender at the Bone (the next book I want to read); try to not work, although I’m feeling a bit behind and would like to start the week strong.
Went to a couple decent restaurants this time around in LA. And that’s saying alot since I usually think the food in LA is sub-standard to my usual haunts here in SF. After two crappy meals at downtown places near the hotel/convention center, on night 3 I got invited to Yi Cuisine by some co-workers and had an absolutely wonderful meal, accompanied by many, many drinks. American kobe beef tartare tataki on caramelized rice cakes, tandoori inspired chilean sea bass and curried cauliflower puree, some coconut-tempura rockshrimp that I could eat by the plateful… ohmygod. One of my co-workers knew the chef so she just had him bring out his choices. That has got to be my favorite way to dine out.
My last night (and the first sans co-workers) Big Daddy took me to Jar. Amazing crab deviled eggs (which I will be making soon), a roasted beet, arugala, sweet-bleu cheese salad and big ass steak later and I was ready to put my head down on the table and fall asleep after my whirlwind e3 week.
LA may not be the epicurean wasteland I have always presumed it to be…