A week full of porn

Ok. Now that I have your attention I guess I can specify that I'm (obviously) referring to food porn. As the picture indicates I spent the week of Thanks Giving neither with my family nor at home but rather in Venice, California.

Let me be the first to point out that the picture also shows that I shouldn't become a model but in my defense I just did what Turner told me to do. That I was wearing a jacket/pullover also indicates that it wasn't too hot out there. So rather than lying at the beach or the pool as planned I had a very long bromantic date with Turner. Nice dinner, going to the movies, late night conversations, long walks on the beach and boulevards, sharing ice cream... hold your thoughts: We didn't share ice cream.

The romantic highlight of the week was our Thanks Giving dinner at the Beachside restaurant in Marina del Rey. I tried to save the whole thing by having a table in front of the TVs so we can watch football but Turner wanted to sit outside right at the waterfront. We had to do a whole lot of talking that night. In a desperate attempt to fit in with the locals I started to take pictures of my food... so this is where the porn begins.

 


To be honest eating was our main activity other than working. Though the working environment wasn't too shabby if you did like the locals do on a terrace of any given coffee shop close to the beach.

For food there were many great places to choose from. We had

• the American interpretation of Döner which had nothing to do with a Döner but rather tasted like a really dry version of a pulled pork sandwich
• hip American (like several times... because it was so like... oh my gosh... and then Turner was like "we have to do that again" and I was like "whatever")
• Asian-Mexican fusion food which was just outstanding
• the infamous In-N-Out Burger
• American organic safe the world food (the place was called "flower child" and my dish flying avocado)
• Korean BBQ
• Vegetarian Indian (it looks like jail food and it tastes just as good)

Overall the food was outstanding. Only downside is that eating in Venice isn't the cheapest activity. Rarely in my life have I spent 15$ for such a small breakfast. (Ok, to be fair Turner paid.) The expensive part was the juice for 11$ which tasted like biting into a fresh, juicy head of kale. There's nothing better to start the day... I hope my body took that as a signal that I still like him although he keeps on failing. 

Which brings me to the top 5 lists of how to recognize you're in a hip beach town of LA other than the prices.

5. There is a snus store on the main shopping street. You can make as much fun of chewing tobacco as you want... when it's from Sweden it's cool.

4. The Christmas decoration is attached to palm trees. 

3. You can get a medical examination right at the beach for your medical marihuana card. Looking at the symptoms to cure with weed I had quite a few of them... and of course the "pharmacy" was located right next door. You could smell the healing all over the place.

2. Your ice cream isn't chocolate or vanilla. It is roasted strawberry & toasted white chocolate. (Though I have to admit that salt&straw originated in the real hipster town of Portland, Oregon.)

1. Your restaurant offers yoga mat parking.