A Nice Story
Starry Kitchen
Remember when I wrote about the couple serving food out of their North Hollywood apartment until they got shut down by the food narcs? No? Oh yeah, I forgot - there are only six and a half readers of this website. Sorry Benny, if you simultaneously masturbate to unicorn porn while ”perusing” my blog, you only count as half a reader.
The aforementioned couple have set up legitimate shop in downtown Los Angeles across from the Wells Fargo building. And at lunchtime, it was packed! It’s great to see stories of personal development up front and close, it makes me feel hopeful I could pull off something similar. If I could mirror anybody’s career, I would try to re-create Joe Pesci’s rise to the top of the underworld in the movie Casino. Through hard work and perserverence, Nicky Santoro earned his way to the pinnacle of his profession…and stayed there. Nothing bad happened to him after that. Ever.
I walked a fucking mile in the baking hot sun to get to this place from work. I started pitting halfway there, so I had to duck into the air-conditioned building adjacent to the food court. The surly security guard got all SB1070 over my ass and encouraged me to use the restroom outside the building. He was apparently under marching orders to prevent sweaty minorities from entering. Well excuse me, Mr. Security Guard. I proceeded to take my sweaty mess of a persona to the counter and ordered garlic noodles with the imitation crab cake banh mi sandwich. It tasted like delicious entrepreneurialism. And sweat. It was probably mine, but still. Yuk.
The menu here is mercurial - it changes every two weeks, so if you like something, get your fill and if you don’t, try it again in a fortnight.
Starry Kitchen, 350 S. Grand Avenue, Downtown Los Angeles, CA 90071, (213) 617-3474.
