Three’s Company
Sorry I haven’t updated this blog in awhile. I’ve been busy watching “Sherlock” on the BBC, which is a modern adaptation of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s supersleuth. Leave it to the Brits to combine serial killing with math conundrums. It’s like hard core porn sprinkled with extra addictive methamphetamine for nerds.
Speaking of life-wasting television programming, it dawned on me after watching the four thousandth repeat of “Friends” that sitcom pals always live in the same building.When is the last time you lived in the same building as a close friend of yours? College? Never? What the fuck? The entire cast of “Three’s Company” lived in the same 90 foot radius. It never happens - unless you happen to be eating at Picca, the newest L.A. arrival of Peruvian cuisine extraordinaire (this blog has already profiled Mo-Chica and Chimu).
Picca is located right upstairs from its Italian foil, Sotto (also profiled on this blog). Its building is officially the 227 of west L.A. eateries.
The place was jam packed when I went on a Wednesday night at 9 pm. The food was worth eating four inches away from complete strangers. The highlights: conchas a la parmesana (scallops with parmesan and spinach), the rocoto/aji amarillo/sea urchin shooters, the duck leg with cilantro rice, and chicharron de costillas.
My god. Great meal. Come after prime-time hours if you want to hear your dinner companions or yourself think. And bring a friend - perhaps one that lives in your building.
Picca, 9575 West Pico Boulevard, Los Angeles, CA 90035, (310) 277-0133.
