October 27, 2003

Here's a Picture of Elliott...

Malo restaurant, which I think is my favorite restaurant of all time.

There was a kid crying on the sidewalk, and about 10 intensely quiet people altogether, watching the candles burn, furiously scribbling personal notes, reading the impressive amounts of graffiti. We looked for awhile, then went back into the bar portion of the three-roomed, shockingly affordable Mexican restaurant, which features an enormous smoking patio, $14 lobster tails (that's as expensive as it gets), the best carne asada I have ever eaten (for $7), and chips & salsa that you have to experience to understand. I would drive across L.A. to eat there, but -- ho-ho! -- I can walk.

Posted by at October 27, 2003 11:50 PM
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Too bad about Stabby Mc Stabson ... I guess! ... but what the hell about that new quasi-mexican restaurant down the block?? That sound fantastic. The tacos seem to be lame (hard shell?), but I guess we will have to see. And it's okay after the LAT wrote it up? Gawd, does anybody read a newspaper? Thankfully, the answer seems to be NO.

Posted by: Ken Layne at October 28, 2003 12:58 AM

Ah, there you are. Lakers... Payton, Malone, and Meadowlark Lemon are all you got to back up yo big boyz? Too old to run and too slow to stop. Man... Mavs rock your house opening night. (Kings over Lebron James Wednesday...if they don't get twelve knee injuries in practice...)

Jeez... Now only 'soft shell' tacos are 'correct'...? When I pull into Del Taco I just have to say "4 tacos" and they ASSUME I mean hard shell. This is DEL TACO man, a REAL mexican outfit.

Fox played a cool tune at the end of the World Series and I thought it was that Eliot Smith dude in some kind of trubute by some producer fan then I found out the cool song was by Coldplay (the Scientist). It has that quirky, catchy melodic/rythmic thing going for it that some singer-songwriters tap into... Well...

Posted by: ct at October 28, 2003 01:53 AM

Were the margarita's any good? Casa Vega has started to become rather pricey, and Tito's (the best damn eatery in L.A. for under $10) doesn't have much in the way of ambiance, unless you consider hanging in line with eleventh-graders from Culver City High to be a fun evening.

Posted by: Steve Smith at October 28, 2003 07:36 AM

Listen, ye bunged up so cal yuppie wads... ("Are they soft tacos, Matt, or are they haaaaarrrrrrd tacos?")

Everything I say is somewhat of a lie. I went to the same high school Mr. Rick Schu went to, the California Angels legend. The school was a pit of neo-nazi girl hatred by the time I flunked through.

But this Mavericks thing. They never come through for me against the Lakers. I'm just glad they got rid of Nicky garbage face, garbage ball van Exel.

Posted by: ct at October 29, 2003 12:17 AM

Listen, ye bunged up so cal yuppie wads... ("Are they soft tacos, Matt, or are they haaaaarrrrrrd tacos?")

Everything I say is somewhat of a lie. I went to the same high school Mr. Rick Schu went to, the California Angels legend. The school was a pit of neo-nazi girl hatred by the time I flunked through.

This Mavericks thing. They never come through for me against the Lakers. I'm just glad they got rid of Nicky garbage face, garbage ball van Exel.

Yes, I flunked out...but I know these books:

They're tattooed on my brain stem:

King James Bible
Iliad & Odyssey
von Clausewitz
Wealth of Nations
Plato
Plutarch
Thucydides

I also know the practical level, practically-instructive language of ****.

Those seven books were given to me by a centaur by the American river on a sunny school day, near an old, unused bridge. I had drawn a circle around me in the sand at the bank of the river and stayed within it for a set time. Imprisoned in the circle. No shade. It seemed to have the effect to draw a centaur towards me. As he sharpened arrows he gave me the list. Forget others just find those, get to know them. Then find the 8th on your own.

Posted by: ct at October 29, 2003 12:37 AM

Over at CalBlog I and some others got labeled 'internet riff-raff' (actually InstaPundit riff-raff). I accepted the label. I confess I am internet riff-raff. I think this good, Anglo-Saxon sounding term should be adopted widely. Not necessarily a troll, but really just wandering riff-raff. (It's middle English, or something, but it might be from old French, which means it might be Latin derived which means... Actually, anything Enlish and pre-Shakespeare is plain old Anglo-Saxon to me. Riff-raff. "Riff-raff, ah do it for a laugh..." Ken Layne. Look at your Lakers. What a pathetic scene. '97 Marlins with less legitimacy. Who are those two sad boys Payton and Malone trying to impress? Mr. Jackson? Jack Nicholson? The Great Spirit of Laker's Championships Past? What an f---ing joke. When the Lakers were winning championships with their non-Kobe/Shaq cast of lightweights and middle-lightweights you had to give them grudging respect. Fisher hit 3s, give him that. They got a real championship team. But now? Put clown collars on those uniforms...

Posted by: ct at October 29, 2003 06:15 AM
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arrrrrrd tacos?")

Everything I say is somewhat of a lie. I went to the same high school Mr. Rick Schu went to, the California Angels legend. The school was a pit of neo-nazi girl hatred by the time I flunked through.

This Mavericks thing. They never come through for me against the Lakers. I'm just glad they got rid of Nicky garbage face, garbage ball van Exel.

Yes, I flunked out...but I know these books:

They're tattooed on my brain stem:

King James Bible
Iliad & Odyssey
von Clausewitz
Wealth of Nations
Plato
Plutarch
Thucydides

I also know the practical level, practically-instructive language of ****.

Those seven books were given to me by a centaur by the American river on a sunny school day, near an old, unused bridge. I had drawn a circle around me in the sand at the bank of the river and stayed within it for a set time. Imprisoned in the circle. No shade. It seemed to have the effect to draw a centaur towards me. As he sharpened arrows he gave me the list. Forget others just find those, get to know them. Then find the 8th on your own.

Posted by: ct at October 29, 2003 12:37 AM

Over at CalBlog I and some others got labeled 'internet riff-raff' (actually InstaPundit riff-raff). I accepted the label. I confess I am internet riff-raff. I think this good, Anglo-Saxon sounding term should be adopted widely. Not necessarily a troll, but really just wandering riff-raff. (It's middle English, or something, but it might be from old French, which means it might be Latin derived which means... Actually, anything Enlish and pre-Shakespeare is plain old Anglo-Saxon to me. Riff-raff. "Riff-raff, ah do it for a laugh..." Ken Layne. Look at your Lakers. What a pathetic scene. '97 Marlins with less legitimacy. Who are those two sad boys Payton and Malone trying to impress? Mr. Jackson? Jack Nicholson? The Great Spirit of Laker's Championships Past? What an f---ing joke. When the Lakers were winning championships with their non-Kobe/Shaq cast of lightweights and middle-lightweights you had to give them grudging respect. Fisher hit 3s, give him that. They got a real championship team. But now? Put clown collars on those uniforms...

Posted by: ct at October 29, 2003 06:15 AM
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