I went on a set where my buddy Shots is shooting. I haven't seen Shots in years so it was kinda nice hanging out behind set for a change. The kraft food is good too.

Today it was spanish rice and BBQ steak. The lady handling the craft services is a Greek and makes the best homemade leomonade EVER. I swear, this woman should sell this recipe and she'll make a fortune.

Today I had a very interesting LUNCH. Garlic Pita chips with humus at the cafe plaza downtown. I also had a Greek Salad on the side, ordered for me by this asian chick called Sarah. She sat at my table and told me "I prefer to eat a big breakfast, so I can miss lunch and have a lite dinner."

I visited a friend in the hospital who underwent a procedure called a cardiac ablation to treat atrial tachycardia. It involves killing small areas of the heart muscle which are causing the arrythmia...fascinating stuff. Anyhow, we visited, and she requested a pizza from my favorite restaurant, Uncle Sal's, named for it's former owner Salvatore Gravano. So we opted for the mediterranean pizza with a savory white sauce, spinach, kalimata olives, feta cheese and artichoke hearts. And the largest one since Catholics traditionally fast on Good Friday. But since Martin Luther drank beer at the Diet of Worms, I shall do the same, starting right now.

Dude, the Gravanos' don't own it anymore; they're incarcerated for running a huge X ring. It was bought by another family who are not connected. And yeah, for a neighborhood Italian joint in the middle of the desert, it's great.

Best Pizza I've ever had outside New York is this joint on Haight Street called Escape from New York Pizza, run by an ex-cop from Brooklyn. Actually gave me a free slice when I told him my last job was managing a Pizzaria on Staten Island. Pretty Good, but you could tell the water made the difference. I don't think I ever had AZ pizza, but the last time I was there was over 25 years ago, when my parents were thinking of moving there.

Willie...the procedure sounds fascinating and the pizza delicious and i hope your friend makes it through it all just fine.

plus as much as snitches may get stitches...dropping the dime on the teflon don wasn't a terrible thing actually.

Well, BRUNCH, actually. I just read this article in the Times and instantly knew what I was having as soon as the Restaurant up the street opens in three hours :The History of Eggs Benedict.

I was about to go out for LUNCH as I usually prefer to do, but the asian cleaning ladies brough us food. What a surprise. They say they cooked it themselves but I could swear this was take-out.

Not sure what the meal really is because they don't speak very good english but it's steamed rice with lots of vegetables (asparagus and chopped carrots), boiled shrimp and something that I either suspected to be a muscle or octopus. Everyone else opted for the chicken and steamed rice with king prawns, but I decided to be a little more adventurous.

I downed this meal with some water, and like everything else chinese- there's tons of this food still around.

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My maid brings food on ocasion. I also "appreciate" her daughter coming along; she is legal (sexually snd migrationally), and will sometimes just whip up food from whatever is left in the refrigerator...great future this woman has.

Today was a strange day. I went to the bibliotheque in Santa Monica to grab some books on Greek Mythology when I started talking to one of the girls there called Annie. We were first talking about pretty normal stuff- cooking, travelling etc when suddenly the conversation shifted to her being a slave. Naturally I thought she meant something of a sexual nature, but as she explained, she "cooks meals for her partner and watches him eat. Nothing sexual occurs, he simply eats and leaves." I asked her what kind of relationship is that and she said it's exactly the sort that she prefers. I had a pretty difficult time accepting this ludicrous story but I also had to admit I knew little about the whole slave-master thing. She gave me her number with a little note of some clubs she goes to and said "Maybe I'll see you there sometime."

Afterwards I went to a flower shop to get some info on growing orchids. The guy there was extremely gay and spoke a lot with his hands- flairing them everywhere like a jew at meal time.

I then headed off to Louise's Trattoria for some Grilled Chicken Skewers and Shrimp Scampi. The chicken is marinated with sesame and ginger then skewered and firedgrilled and served with a peanut dipping sauce and mango cilantro slaw. The Shrimp Scampi is fresh prawns prepared scampi style and served with angel hair pasta aglio e olio then finished with chopped roma tomato and parsely. I polished this luncheon off with a Boston's Samuel Adams beverage and headed home with a lot to think about.

LUNCH is a fascinating part of the day- moreso on a day like this.

Fried chicken

Today I had pita-bread covered with melted cheese with a twist, a few spoons out of a jar of pre-made pasta sugo and a Tangerine Kiwifruit Salad with Cranberry Dressing which I made myself with 2 kiwifruits, peeled and thinly sliced, 2 tangerines also peeled and thinly sliced, whole-berry cranberry sauce, 1/2 cup low-fat strawberry yogurt and a few lettuce leaves.

In celebration of being put in a winter storm warning the week after Easter, I made a batch of (relatively) homemade chili.

Today is my cheat day. It was Taco Bell. Two tostadas, a chicken quesadilla, a beef and potato burrito and a Mountain Dew. Gonna burn that off at jujitsu class. I got a whole week to think of what crap Im going to eat next Friday.

Lettuce, tomato, and cucumber salad topped with an amazing "Ken's steak house" brand caesar dressing. I followed this with Pasta and grilled aubergine at "Il Girasole", washing this delicious luncheon down with a Samuel Adams Boston lager.

Work is horrible. I've been projecting 16mm loops of found footage for the past 2 days and I feel like I'm going insane. My only consolation is Margarita Levieva at the digital studio next door standing by the door holding a water bottle and laughing hysterically at footage of a menstrual cycle cartoon by disney on the curtains.

Today my homeboy Sparky came through with a couple of Quesadillas and two fajita burritos (pronounced fa-heat-ah) with sauteed peppers, veggies and extra guacamole (thats me).

Being a cheap ass, Sparky didn't get a drink, so he mooched off my ale.

Tuna, tuna and more tuna. A banana, and an egg sandwhich. I so wanted to cheat today, but I got a tournament in July, so I won't till its over.

Summer House is open and first BBQ of the summer. Come and get it Chico!

This week is going to be hectic so I'm starting off simple:

Tuna fish sandwich, lays classic chips and a mini coke.

Probst!

Today: Garden salad with tomatoes, carrots, onions, gratted cheese and ranch dressing. Washed this down with some green tea, then had some wasabi nuts.

You and I are done. Unless you think of a way do redeem yourseklf. Sincerrely of course. asshole.

The lid for my bottle of olive oil broke today when I was making sauce for my lobster dressing and filled the saucepan half full with oil. I thought "fuck it" and carried on cooking as before.

To compensate, I changed dishes from Tartara di Tonno Rosso to Burrata Caprese with extra creamy mozzarella. I then sliced seared roast beef and made a Carpaccio, then polished this luncheon down with a homemade milkshake.

I stuck the lobster in the fridge and will have to figure out whether I want to invite someone over to dinner for food poisoning.

WTF? Forgive my bewilderment as I see this thread for the first time... I mean how would you react? It's like stepping into an opium den, I'm still getting used to the dim lighting, the thinness of the air, wondering who is lying across the room...

I had a Philly Cheese Steak Sandwich from the deli today with a glass of milk. Would you believe it? 1/2 pound rib-eye steak, very very thinly sliced, 1/3 pound thinly sliced white American cheese on 2 fresh Italian sandwich rolls with garlic, salt and Italian pickled peppers.
Hit the spot.

I spent Sunday building an entertainment center for my girlfriend. We grilled some nice ribeyes from AJ's market for dinner, but it was way too much meat. I repaid myself by getting blind drunk Sunday night; today's LUNCH was little more than some leftover beef, pretzels and Fresca.

Today for LUNCH i started with a lavazza coffee and fruchtebrötli: wholemeal fruit bread with whole roasted hazlenuts etc in it! then I had my two mandarins, and then the main part; some soba noodles with ente (duck) and prawns in a swissified (really strong /salty) noodle soup.

My girlfriend has her brother and his girlfriend coming over from today until Saturday which means I have to play along with the hosting which pretty much ruins a lot of what I had planned for the week.

Today I had a roast beef subway sandwich. The Roast Beef sandwich is explained as being "a classic favorite, the stuff dreams are made of" though I must say this is a little of a stretch. It's basically sliced roast beef and standard vegetables packed on wheat bread (or italian) that subway likes to remind people only has 6 or less grams of fat.
I got a free fountain drink and a small bag of classic lays. Fairly normal but this weekend is going to be hectic so I needed something simple and clear.

today i had 5 diet coke plus's for lunch, i was starving by 6 went to a local bar, played video blackjack and ate a turkey club, lost 100, won 200, lost 40, lost 100, won 150

Today I had ravioli with alfredo sauce with Linda. I made the alfredo sauace myself while Linda did the salad. She insisted on doing something.

I had my LUNCH with a cold glass of water, while Linda washed hers down with wine. I'm currently working on an OST. I have currently done 6 tracks and have 30 more to do. Once I'm done with those, I will have 35 more albums to make all with 36 tracks- so LUNCH will be very important the next couple of months.

Leftover chicken adobo, steamed rice w/almond slices and dried cranberry, mixed vegetable stir-fry, graden salad w/balsamic vinaigrette and a couple of cold Coronas.

I warmed up a ham and cheese Hot Pocket and tried to eat it too soon after it came out of the microwave. Burnt my tongue. Damn short lunch breaks and having to shove you food down your throat instead of getting to enjoy it. Washed it down with a Cherry RC(the best freakin' soda in the world).

I indulged my basic instincts in a very non-lady like way at Ihop, hidden away from the eyes of the paparazzi. The Big Basic, sausages and scrambled eggs with Swedish crepes and coffee. Don't tell anyone.

Vanessa is right, this isn't a very appetizing image to post here, especially when it has nothing to do with a wonderful luncheon. Speaking of which... brb.

I had chicken with Spanish rice and a side dish of spinach. Only thing I had to drink with it was a can of Monster energy drink since there isn't anything else in the house to drink. Guess I'm going grocery shopping later tonight.

Had some watermelon at home, worked out, had a vanilla myoplex protein shake in the parking lot before driving off. Anyone else find it too hot to eat the past month or so?

I'd like to aundition to play her young and confused spouse.
What up with The Foot these days, sir?

TheFoot took over Sparky's home and from what I remember him telling me, converted most of his living room into a recording studio. Supposedly, TheFoot is aspiring to do some music in the near future and is using Sparky's credit cards to support itself.

Breakfast, lunch and dinner was Coronas across the board for me yesterday. Some old fraternity brothers were in town and we spent the day trying to be 19 again.

When I first saw the image of this runaway girl on the streets of London I was shocked and almost started crying. I was 16 when I ran away from home and ended up spending a night on the streets of London. I was carrying all my belongings with me, a heavy bag, a backpack and a sleeping bag. Without any clear destination I was roaming the streets near Victoria Station, looking for a place on the streets where I could lay down and sleep, in an unknown city in, an unknown country, close to midnight. A perverse looking stranger approached me asking me if I knew what time it was. Had it been Bruce Davidson, he might have taken a very similar picture to the one we see above.

Next day for lunch I had the cheapest and most filling food I could find. I had a bottle of milk and a loaf of disgusting white English bread.

Today I had Languine with Shrimp sauce at home. I used 1 pound of small shrimp, with their shells, 3 tablespoons thinly sliced pickled peperoncini, 1 small lemon, extra-virgin olive oil (to make the shrimp broth) and finally, 1 pound linguine di passero. I washed this delicious luncheon down with a cold glass of water then got a surprise visit from Danitza and the gf who were supposedly "just in the neighborhood".