Now, this is what I'm talking about. Comfortable little booth in the corner, cheery light, servers who bring you a coffee refill and a smile.
I was thinking this morning that this would be a bad place to have a bad drug trip. There are a lot of plaster statues of chefs wielding various cooking implements, and the walls are lined with the smiling black-and-white faces of a hundred or so stars of yesteryear. This could conspire to freak a person out.
I'll bet the cartoonists of the thirties would have found it a treasure trove of inspiration, though, come to think of it. Have you really paid attention to some of those hallucinatory creations?
In other news, I received a Sexy Blogger award from Los Angelista! "[For my] sexy pictures and for her sexy motivation around getting up so early to write every day." She's too too kind! (Blush-blush....post about it!)
I'm passing this award on to The Last Noel, who delivers his take on Literary Los Angeles with particular flair, and whose author pix are always downright (subtly) sexy.
And to Lexiconscious, also known here as the Elegant E because smart and elegant is sexy.
Fingers to the Bone gets it because her dedication and talent is sexy.
I'd also bounce it back to Los Angelista. Having the courage of one's convictions is sexy, too!
1 comment:
Wow, that's probably the first time the word 'sexy' and me have ever been in the same neighborhood! Thank you!
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