tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post401264992164698206..comments2007-10-06T14:25:48.734-07:00Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-10878927929836533272007-10-06T14:25:00.000-07:002007-10-06T14:25:00.000-07:00

Dude, next time you drive down, you need to take a detour off the 5 and drop by in Bako. We live 2 hours away and we miss LA too. Though not the traffic. Heh.<BR/><BR/>I don't get Pinkberry either. Next time you're down, go to Scoops or Pazzo Gelato.

daddy in a strange landhttp://daddyinastrangeland.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-71432082215847068812007-10-03T22:16:00.000-07:002007-10-03T22:16:00.000-07:00

All I get is "Whatever dude"? I was hoping for a big ole rant about Rams domination in the 70's, blah blah Dodgers, blah blah beaches, LA japantown is better, blah blah hotties, gratuitous Angels, hair bands, exclamation point. What do I need to do to get a rise out of you--insult your favorite single malt?

R2Dadnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-73887037063703122472007-10-03T13:10:00.000-07:002007-10-03T13:10:00.000-07:00

Canter's makes me homesick for NYC.

Rattling The Kettlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01487831910924501194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-12601538163294750502007-10-03T10:29:00.000-07:002007-10-03T10:29:00.000-07:00

Er I meant homesick for LA. *bonks herself upside the head*

Pukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14281274575712381983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-60718936188641121302007-10-03T10:28:00.000-07:002007-10-03T10:28:00.000-07:00

Dude, that post made me sick for LA. *sigh*

Pukahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14281274575712381983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-39758184445123030662007-10-03T09:27:00.000-07:002007-10-03T09:27:00.000-07:00

pinkberry = just meh, really? as annoyingly trendy as the korean frozen yogurt is, i think you have to give it another chance the next time you're in LA. the tart taste tends to grow on you with each subsequent visit.

ryrynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-62755990307633208352007-10-03T06:48:00.000-07:002007-10-03T06:48:00.000-07:00

I lived in California for 5 years. Every time I asked for Russian dressing, the waitresses would look at me like I was crazy and bring me Thousand Island. I used to get so pissed off, I'd just scream and yell, "Dammit. Do I ahve to do everything, wench? Just bring me some mayo, some ketchup, some relish, a few lemons, a bottle of vinegar, some vegetable oil, and paprika!"<BR/><BR/>If they

MetroDadhttp://metrodad.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-92174962405394735802007-10-02T23:14:00.000-07:002007-10-02T23:14:00.000-07:00

Whatever dude.

Henrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16761756953188913137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12243149.post-24937630579683739102007-10-02T22:20:00.000-07:002007-10-02T22:20:00.000-07:00

I feel your pain, Henri. Reveling in youthful memories about your old home town...but you gotta snap out of it! For every 10 LA transplants we receive up north we send down one unlucky bastard to purgatory in emphysema-land. I know you don't get it, being from Socal, but you gotta let go.<BR/>Sorry to see you get all weepy about LA food. You live in, what, Berkeley? Food mecca of the west coast?

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