LAST MEAL?
If you could eat anywhere in LA for your last meal, where would it be and what would you eat??
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From behind the Orange curtain...
Breakfast - somewhere with an ocean view, maybe Ruby's at the Balboa pier
Lunch - Tulsa Rib Company
Dessert/Afternoon snack - Hans' Homemade Ice Cream
Drinks - again, gotta be at the beach, maybe Las Brisas
Dinner - Trabuco Oaks Steakhouse
...and to take with me: 10 lbs of italian sausage from Sabatino's›1 Reply -
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re: russkar
Generally agree. Of course this assumes that my last meals are eaten on a day when I'm in such distress that I'm too weak to work and hence must eat all day to restore my strength. For breakfast, I'd opt for Pat's Topanga Grill only because I prefer their ham steak to PDC. Otherwise PDC wins. The Spago tasting menu (supplemented, of course) would be my choice for lunch but that takes me right up to 6:00 when it's time for Urasawa-san to begin his magic. Fortunately they are close to each other. With luck I'll never be on death row in Texas as it's pretty clear that nothing mentioned in this thread is on their menu.
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For my last breakfast, I would get lox and sturgeon at Barney Greengrass. For my last lunch, I would either go to the Ivy and order the grilled veggie salad, Bloody Mary, and chocolate chip cookies, or I would take a drive to La Super Rica in Santa Barabara for just about anything on their menu. For dinner, I would definitely make the drive to the Hitching Post in Buellton for their steak, fries, and Pinot.
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sushi zo omakase.
i've never tried urasawa, so since presumably there won't be a 'redo' if i like zo better, i'd stick to zo.it's too bad that i couldn't find the cook who used to make the world's best scrambled eggs at the ships on olympic, nobody else has ever come close--firm but not rubbery, dry but still tender. dunno how he did it.
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Fried chicken or a French Dip and several excellent microbrew beers suggested by my favorite bartender at Good in Sunset Junction, sitting at one of the four-person sidewalk tables, with my lover, my ex lover, and several good friends. (This is a last meal fantasy, after all...) I basically lived in there for awhile, with the ex. I miss it.
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re: ns1
Second - ribeye from Mastros with a side of anything.
I lived right near Oki thru most of my 20's and 30's. First time I ever saw an Oki Dog being prepared, I almost got sick. BUT TO TASTE ONE - OMG! The sum total of all its off-the-wall ingredients somehow evolves into an incredible explosion of deliciousness at first bite. Of course, if you're not a goopy, greasy, "chili-dog aficionado," don't even think about it. Could I actually digest one today? Dunno - but I had to wipe some drool off the computer screen just thinking about it.
ns1 - Had many a great bkfast at Ship's -- but don't remember the scrambled eggs; however, from your description, sounds similar to a heavenly breakfast I had years ago in Oregon. The scrambled eggs were the best. After begging the chef, the "trick" I was told, is to use extremely fresh eggs and to add a small amount of dry pancake mix to whatever recipe is used. Who knew.
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Oki Dog
"a couple of hot dogs wrapped in a tortilla with chili, pickles, mustard, a slice of fried pastrami and a torrent of goopy American cheese - a cross-cultural burrito that's pretty hard to stomach unless you've got the tum of a 16-year-old, but strangely delicious nonetheless." -Jonathan Gold
Come to think of it, that's probably what would kill me!
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re: missmodular818
I must confess, I've never tried one (I just know where they are) so I'll have to defer to Gingergirl's rapturous description below.
My sense though, from reading about the fabled Oki Dog over the years, is that they're appeal is more on the culinary equivalent of the bungee jump...the real joy is less about the doing than it is the having done.
Or if you prefer a theatrical analogy: I remember Porky's as being a great film when I was 15, but I kinda doubt I’d feel the same way now.
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re: bodie
Every time I eat one of those, I think it'll be my last meal. I get mine loaded with all the onions, peppers, mayo, mustard, and ketchup that the lady will give me. Nothing beats that greasy goodness after a night of tequila! I go to whatever stand is outside whatever bar/club I'm leaving, but my favorite used to be outside of Joseph's in Hollywood on Monday nights. Now that Joseph's is, er, wack...I go local.
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