And here I thought my post from the LA trip in October was big. Goes to show how much I know because this post laughs in the face of the old one. It sh*ts all over the old one, and seriously, can you believe this trip was actually shorter?!
I can’t. But it was.
My luggage put on 6kgs while it was there and so that it didn’t feel bad, I stuffed myself full of SoCal culinary goodness and gained like 6kgs myself. Or something like that. I mean, this post doesn’t even cover it all! There was already that dinner at Market, followed by channelling my inner Homer with a pizza & beer dinner.
And there’s also a fabulous dinner at Izaka-ya by Katsu-ya but that one’s gonna get a post of its own.
This post is for all the adhoc eating that I did. And boy did I do a lot. Buckle up!
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It’s Saturday morning here in Los Angeles and once again, I’m blogging from my hotel room. It’s my last day on work-cation and I’m going out with a bang ~ the one truly scrumptious junk food addiction, KyoChon Fried Chicken (the other KFC).
Doing it the American way, I’ve been indulging in the not-so-healthy gourmet delights of this vast country over the last week. I had the obligatory In-N–Out Burger (which is every bit as simple and tantalising as I expected) and will have KFC today, but before either of these, there was Pizza Port.
Me and pizza and beer for dinner. Can you just imagine.
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There are only really three things I want to say in this post:
1) I must seriously love you guys. Either that or I’m a complete blog nerd with no life because here I am, on a work-cation and again, I’m blogging from my hotel room. Say it with me now, de-di-ca-tion. Yeh.
2) The photos in this post are blurry. It wasn’t because the light was bad. We did have fairly dim mood lighting, but I’ve shot far better in far worse conditions. There’s no excuse really, the reason the photos are blurry is because I downed a spiced pear martini minutes before the food was served and Cadbury kid me, my heart was thumping so wildly I struggled to hold the camera, let alone hold it still. Apologiez.
3) I love being corporate-ly wined and dined.
Indeed I do.
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I’ve never professed to know anything about what makes food “good”. I mean, sweet chilli sauce is one of my favourite condiments for gods sake and I know that saying blogging that out loud has already condemned me to the bland and empty depths of foodie hell, to spend eternity in a damp pit of “nasty” condiments like sweet chilli, mayonnaise and BBQ sauce.
Oh my, what a lovely hell.
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Disclaimer: If you’re a vegetarian, look away now. Oh wait, crap, I already posted three photos of the meat we had at Goodman Restaurant above, but ok, if you’re vegetarian and you don’t want to know how much of your beloved cow we actually ate, look away now.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
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We had 5 kilos. Five. Cinco. Fünf. Cinq. And for the yiddish amongst us, finf.
Really, if I had ball sacks I would totally be grabbing them now because if there was ever a time I felt like a man, it would be after ingesting five effin’ kilos of nuthin but cow. Satisfying, liberating, and strangely, makes you want to grunt.
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