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I like sushi restaurants. Not only because I love sushi, but because when I go out to eat I like my waiters to be subservient, invisible and attentive. And I like them to bow to me at the end.

I was out to dinner the other night at some Hollywood hotspot restaurant — the opposite of low-key. That part was fine, because I was with a gaggle of beautiful girls, I was only one of two guys, I was wearing a new suit, and I was making jokes on the way there that were landing. Simply put, I felt the part.

Though we had made reservations well beforehand, we arrived and were asked to wait in the bar area while they prepared our table. We unquestioningly followed orders, especially because the orders were to start drinking — the most important item on my agenda anyway.

Just after ordering a Scottish Mule, an anxious hostess tapped me on the shoulder to alert me that our table was ready. Before I could turn around to inform the bartender, the hostess was already meandering off through the restaurant presumably toward our table, and I had to rush after her like Alice chasing the White Rabbit. It was as if she were in a race with another hostess who was escorting an entirely different party toward the same table and whoever got there first won the spot.

Apparently we won. My friends were not far behind me, and soon enough we were all seated in an overly large rectangular table which basically fragmented our party into two sections, as one end of the table was entirely too far away to converse with the other. This would be fine in a situation with 10 or so guests, but it was only seven of us.

Our waitress was hot and blonde, which was not surprising since being beautiful is most definitely a prerequisite for attaining a job at this particular restaurant. Unfortunately, I believe the only other prerequisites are that you must have aspirations to be an actress or model and thus you must also find your job as a waitress to be a terrible but necessary inconvenience. Needless to say, she had other passions that did not include having to get things for other people in a timely fashion.

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This is what fire is all about. Steel Panther is the best band ever because music sucks and they know it, so they decided to do the next best thing, be an awesome parody band that sounds like 80s metal and add hilarious lyrics.

Apparently they bring a fat girl on stage during this song and sing it to her.

 

They play like every week at the House of Blues in LA. if you live there and don’t go, you’re probably not fire.

 

They have a bunch of songs like this, check them out, especially “Asian Hooker.”

ok so i know toomuchfire pretty much discovered foster the people in LA playing at the echo like every other indie wannabe band in LA, and then yippiekaijay shared “pumped up kicks” on west texas radio a few weeks back. but i gotta share some “in their element” FTP, who played in BAHSTIN tonight and is now featured in FIFA12 — which also happens to be pretty much the greatest video game of all-time.

so w/o further adieu and absolutely not needing another endorsement, FOSTAH tha PEOPLE kid, from one of my favorite venues of all-time — the Belly Up Tavern in Solana Beach, California.

p.s. if you have rich people internet and can switch to 1080p….HIGHLY SUGGESTED

So half the TMF crew will be in LA this weekend for a wedding. Therefore, a quality selection from Rod stewart’s 1981 album Tonight I’m Yours seems appropriate for this evening’s edition of from the vault. unfortunately you’ll have to find your own cocaine for this one.

 

P.S. we might liveblog this wedding for reasons you might learn later, but I’m guessing we’ll all be too drunk. So unless Pharro or any of the other MIA correspondents chip in, expect TMF to go dark for a few days.

Mahalo