Today I met Linda and Julie at Violet in Santa Monica. There was also a guy there with them who was introduced to me as Kevin. Right off the bat I knew this guy was gay. He wasn't one of the flamboyant homos either- more like the Rock Hudson types. He attached himself to Linda like a homunculus and nodded every-time she talked. This was beyond ass-kissing. The girls tried to talk me out of doing a music video for a firend of mine but I never gave them my answer. No way I'm spoiling my LUNCH over some stupid explanations.

If you haven't been to Violet you really need to go. Not because it's good- but because this is what LA is all about. Patricia Arquette loves this place and I can see why. You know how she speaks? That lazy I-used-to-do-drugs-I-now-I-have-no-emotion drawl, thats the atmosphere here, except nobody will admit it. It has a strange pace to everything and I blame it on Jared Simons' overrated reviews.

The LUNCH menu is small. I ordered Jidori chicken breast which comes with spinach gnocchi and gorgonzola. Julie had a house cured salmon with capers and chervil mousse. Linda went for the Serrano ham with pears, manchego and arugula. The gay guy had a bresaola; apple salad and walnut vinaigrette. How gay I thought.

One of Linda's friends sent our table a bottle of Clos Pegase when I got there and this is what we sipped with our meal. If you have designs to go to Violet go on Tuesday or Sunday night. I hear things shake up then. Make sure you get a reservation and prepare to pay serious dough for meal.