Friday at lunch, I got in my car and drove West on Sunset.
Turned left and headed South on La Brea...
...and drove to Hancock Park.
I love Hancock Park. It is sooooo beautiful in an old-school L.A. kind of way. This apartment building felt like something out of a Raymond Chandler novel, a place Philip Marlowe would go to meet a totally hot starlet who's devious and drunk by noon, and he insults her and then ends up making out with her.
That's exactly what you thought too, right?
I stopped in at Tinga for lunch, a decidedly un-Chandler-esque, but totally delicious new taqueria. I believe I wrote about it on this blog when it first opened.
I had Tacos con Papas Bravas and a Blueberry-Honey-Ginger Lemonade. I took a photo of it, but it sucked, and I just had to get to eating, because I was hungry.
After lunch, I stopped off at that place on the corner of First and La Brea that you always wonder about.
You know what I mean. It looks like this crazy, Hollywood-themed junkyard with all kinds of amazing things.
Well, for your information, it's called "Nick Metropolis's Carnival of Treasures."
It really couldn't have a better name.
Don't you think?
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