Giant Robot Store and GR2 News
I’m not sure which is the best sentence to start with: 1) “The Donger need food” – yes, we were hungry, or 2) “I could hear your tongue.” Hearing a tongue? I kid you not, the dude can hear tongues. I’ve tried to visit on a weekend, and it was too packed to get in. Wakasan on Westwood Blvd is a good spot that people don’t get to often. It features chef choice or “omakase”. It’s $35 for a 12 or 13 course meal. I can’t remember how many. Honestly. I thought he said 13, which may have included the ice cream. But my photos don’t show all 13. The food is pretty good on the whole. There wasn’t one thing I didn’t like, and in another space, this meal would probably cost more. Take a look for yourself, actually try it yourself. I’d rate this about an 8.5. 1-3. A spinach salad on left – which was great, eggplant up top – I dig eggplant and these are pickled, and glass noodle salad on right. 4. That gourd is pickled like ume. The fish was really good. I forgot what kind now, but it’s good. This is tongue, which is different than Lisa’s above. This isn’t part of the deal. It’s separate. They have a side menu which you can order from with a minimum of $20 if you’re only ordering from it. 5. Sashimi. Yellow tail, seared tuna, and scallop – very good. 6. Crab legs. They’re already broken and it’s good when you dip it into the light sauce. 7. Skate wing. Tasty. 8. Dumplings. Maybe the weak link. It’s meaty and good, but it’s fried dumplings. 9. Chawan mushi. This was done well. 10 – 11. A fancy miso soup and a seasoned tuna bowl. Both winners, but I was full. Lastly, no ice cream, and I swear I must have forgotten to shoot one item. I don’t recall what it was, maybe it was renkon. I think… This was a pretty solid call. Wakasan 1929 Westwood Blvd Los Angeles, CA 90025 (310) 446-5241
Continue reading

Mr Choe and well, that’s also a Mr Choe in the background. In NYC now, I met up with “Davidu” (say in Korean accent), at TEHUITZINGO! A great spot to get tacos! You have to walk in and get to the back which has a counter where you can order, eat tacos, shoot the shit with whoever’s there, and then leave. The tacos I’d have to say are amazing. Lengua tacos and the chorizo and potato taco are the winners. Those are a must have there. There’s drinks like Jarritos, but if you ask the “locals” who are in there, they suggested a drink called BOING! They had a strawberry drink. It comes in a bottle, and yes that’s a winner too. 695 10th Avenue. Read some mixed reviews on YELP. I swear we enjoyed it. Down the block there’s a palm reader woman who wears a carnivale like silver mask. I don’t know why. Dave at his casa in Chinatown. It’s a big ass pad with a TV screen projected on the wall, where we played Mario Kart on Wii. David and manager of GR store NY, Cheryl. Both have similar tastes in comics. Notice that bizarre toy Cheryl bought.
Continue reading

Friday, I ate at Sawtelle Kitchen. First time in years since their remodel. Sawtelle Kitchen is the restaurant that I would go to once in a while, since it's across the street from GR1. The issue I have is that the owner closed up and evicted my aunt's shop Get Wicked. The owner is known as a jerk, but I don't really know him. Maybe he's swell, who knows. The funny thing about the meal was that...
Friday, I ate at Sawtelle Kitchen. First time in years since their remodel. Sawtelle Kitchen is the restaurant that I would go to once in a while, since it’s across the street from GR1. The issue I have is that the owner closed up and evicted my aunt’s shop Get Wicked. The owner is known as a jerk, but I don’t really know him. Maybe he’s swell, who knows. The funny thing about the meal was that Gruyere cheese is served on the penne pasta. If you order it, you’re in for a surprise. The entire restaurant will waft of wretched fart. Here’s what went down. I noticed the fart smell and ignored it. Martin the vegetarian and getting lactose intolerant was sitting on my right. I figured a tiny peep came out. Kidding, but I did whisper and ask him about the shit smell. He thought it was the cheese. Daniel sitting across said he was outside on the phone and smelled it shooting out of the door. Bad plumbing? No, he sat, and caught on to my private question to Martin, since who knew maybe it was Dan or better yet, Elaine sitting next to him. I do have some tact. We got vocal about it and talked about it for a bit. A kid at another table noticed it to and was sure it was fart. Meanwhile, the waitress came by and I asked about the fart smell. She laughed and explained it all. Melted Gruyere. The fella sitting next to us peeked over, it was his penne and he knew what we were talking about. We figured maybe he didn’t know that it was his own since he was shoveling the food into his pie hole. Then soon left. Ten minutes later, another table 15 feet away got one too. The fart smell came back and we then watched to see what the reactions were from the guy who got the dish. He sat across from two ladies and was quick to blame the dish. I saw him lift the plate and let his female guests smell it close up. He could have sent it back leaving him with no food while the ladies had their dishes. Then it would get awkward. he looked around with a little bit or embarrassment. He knew that his dish reeked of smelly gas. He had to man up and eat it.
Continue reading