Sand Dune Park and Cocksucking Relatives

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Dude, the Nuart

Nuart Theater 11272 Santa Monica Blvd Los Angeles, CA 90025 (310) 473-8530 The Hays Code kept explicit sex, foul language, overt drug use, and crime without legal consequences from the silver screen for many years. It was a big deal back then to call Burt Lancaster a Wop in the film entitled The Young Savages. In Double Indemnity, things did not turn out so well for Fred MacMurray who found himself punished pretty severely for his participation in a homicide and insurance fraud. When Frank Sinatra portrayed heroin addict Frankie Machine in The Man With the Golden Arm, it created quite a bit of outrage as it was the first time hard drugs had been featured in a film since the 1920's. It was this film that marked the beginning of the end for self-censorship by the motion picture industry. From this point forward, things quickly transitioned to midget gangbang porn. John Waters Pink Flamingos took what was left of the Hays Code and vomited on it. The film portrayed cannibalism, chicken fucking, dog shit eating, and starred the fantastic transvestite, Divine, the awesome Mink Stole, and the one and only Edith Massey. I laughed so hard in my entire life the first time I saw this film at the Nuart, I almost fell on the floor. It was a life changing moment for me to witness the absurdity of this film on the big screen. What high art! At the 25th Anniversary showing of Pink Flamingos, I actually got to meet John Waters personally. A high honor in my book as I don't give a flying fuck at a rolling donut about celebrities. The only movie I have seen at the theater in the last five years was Wolverine, and it represented everything I hate about Hollywood. It was no Pink Flamingos. When other movie houses feature shit like Wolverine in 3D for fifteen bucks a ticket, the Nuart still shows films like Rocky Horror. This place should be declared a California Historical Landmark. I am glad it is still in business.

Sno-cone Porn

Raspados Xpress 5540 Whittier Blvd Los Angeles, CA 90022 (323) 724-1033 On a blazing hot East Los Angeles afternoon, when the temperature makes the jump from 2 to 3 digits, this is the best place on earth. They carry exquisite Mexican snow cones made using fresh fruit, fruit juice, fruit salad, and other healthy, inexpensive treats, I ordered a large pineapple drink and closed my eyes for a moment, forgot about being physically located in a miserable strip mall, and imagined myself on a tropical beach. My drink had lots of pieces of pineapple contained therein. My wife ordered a raspado, esentially a large, glorified Mexican Snow Cone in a large plastic cup. The snow cone was covered in fresh pineapple, guyaba, and lime and was top notch. I will be back to try one of these later. It is refreshing to go to a place where they use fresh fruit instead of heavily processed dog shit. On the way over to this place, I saw a sign at a fast food restaurant advertising their new Pop Tart Ice Cream Sandwich. What the fuck kind of an abomination is a Pop Tart Ice Cream Sandwich? Whoever comes up with shit like that should be tarred and feathered, buggered at high noon, and run out of town on a railroad handcar. There are places like Raspados Xpress all over Mexico and Huntington Park which is similar to Mexico. I know that other places have shaved ice but raspados are better. Especially in this oppressive heat.

Hollywood Thai, Bro

Hollywood Thai 5241 Hollywood Blvd Los Angeles, CA 90027 (323) 467-0926 Hollywood Thai Restaurant Category: Thai Neighborhood: Hollywood This place is a little bit more formal than some of the other places in the area. The food is just outstanding. And when we came in, it was busy as fuck, but they did not drop the ball and everything was perfectly prepared and nicely spiced. We ordered stir fried fish fillet with herbs, garlic and chili extra spicy. The boneless pieces of fish were lightly battered and fried with a heap of chili, garlic, lime leaves, and other Thai herbs. The seasoning on the fish was delicious and it could not have been improved under any circumstances. The papaya salad is something that I order at every Thai place I ever walk into, unconditionally as a litmus test of the restaurant. I order it because it is one of the three best salads I have ever tasted in my life, and more importantly, because it is an exceedingly healthy salad prepared with no animal fat, fresh vegetables, tasty dressing, and a ton of dried red and fresh Thai chilies. The version of papaya salad prepared by the wonderful cooks in the kitchen here deserves a standing ovation. It is a perfect blend of chilies, fish sauce, sugar, lime, garlic, tomatoes, green bean, salty dried shrimp, peanut, and crispy green papaya. It was a nice big portion and I could have easily eaten another order it was so good. "Oh, I can't possibly eat spaghetti. I'm not even Italian." Even though I have been eating it since 1984, I love Pad Thai. I can't stand it when phoney high-brow, luxury loft-dwelling, ten course tasting menu eating fucks declare that they are too sophisticated to order Pad Thai. For all you people that are too good to eat Pad Thai out there, it does not make you a better and more interesting person. So fuck you. The Pad Thai here is easily as good as anything I tasted at Melisse at a fraction of the cost, not as good as the Pad Thai KK at Yai Hollywood which is the best version EVER, but gourmet and worthy of five Yelp stars. Eating this great dinner at Hollywood Thai was as good as food gets for sure.

Japanese Colonialism through imperial curry restaurant chains

Curry House Categories: Japanese, Asian Fusion Neighborhood: Koreatown 621 S Western Ave Los Angeles, CA 90005 (213) 487-7180 When you start thinking about how the Japanese treated Korea last century, you realize it takes a great pair of balls to open a Japanese chain restaurant in the heart of Koreatown. It is kind of like opening up a Munich-style beer garden featuring live German music next to Nate and Al's or a Turkish Bathhouse in Downtown Glendale. Additionally, despite the rape of Manchuria, there is also a bustling location in Alhambra. In addition to being a historically fierce and warlike people, the Japanese have perfected curry sauce. And the panko-breaded, deep-fried chicken cutlet. The most popular brand of curry in the world is S&B Brand. It has been manufactured in Japan since 1926 and are the suppliers of curry powder to the Curry House. The chain is pretty consistent, and the food I got the other night tasted exactly as the first time I ordered it at the Little Tokyo Branch over 20 years ago though the prices have trebled. I got the chicken cutlet extra hot and upgraded to a large portion. Deceptively simple looking, you take a few bites of this dish and instantly understand why in a sea of competition, Curry House is the undisputed master of this dish. I probably won't eat here again for another dozen years or so because I make the mix at home, but for a chain restaurant, I really enjoy the food here.

I support the overthrow of the Pig-fucking Saudi Monarchy

Aramco Services Co Neighborhood: Galleria/Uptown 2323 McCue Rd Houston, TX 77056 (713) 621-5404 I recently contacted Aramco Services Co. and subscribed to the beautiful free magazine entitled Aramco World Magazine. I don't know if I mentioned that the magazine is absolutely beautiful, and has an array of stunning photographs of the Persian Gulf with an emphasis on Saudi Arabia. The mission statement of the magazine is to educate the Western reader about the Arab World and the religion of Islam. The Saudis are incidentally the custodians of the two holiest sites of Islam, the cities of Mecca and Medina. Their government is a Monarchy, and they are in the unique position of sitting on the largest oil reserves in the world. The price is only increasing and the royal family is only getting richer. That is why they can afford to publish this lovely magazine and send it to subscribers like me free of charge. That is why they can get the District Attorney of Orange County to drop felony kidnapping and slavery charges when the Defendant is a Saudi Princess. That is why they can repress the Shiites with violence who traditionally come from the most oil rich regions of the country. That is why they can arm and fund Al Nusra, the Taliban, and any country that attacks the Indians. They can and do arm groups that inevitably will turn their weapons on Americans. But they don't talk about any of these things in their magazine. They don't talk about how many people in the Kingdom who are executed by beheading every year, nor about the people who have their right hands amputated because they stole something. They don't mention jihad. Along with the United States and Israel, Saudi Arabia forms the third nation in the Axis of Troublemakers. The United States Government and the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia have an unwritten agreement where we buy their oil in exchange for propping up their corrupt regime. I feel it is high time to rethink our relationship with these infidel thugs, stop selling them weapons, and stop purchasing their oil. Capital punishment is never a good idea, especially by beheading. I think if Americans really knew what this country was up to, they would probably start taking the bus.

Dal Rae not the Del Rey

Dal Rae Restaurant Categories: Steakhouses, American (Traditional) 10/1/2013 1 check-in here It was recently my eight year wedding anniversary and my wife declared that she was not having any Thai food. There she was barking orders at me to shower and put on something other than exercise clothes and take her to The Lobster. "How's about the Dal Rae?", I said. She likes the Dal Rae. The Dal Rae would be fine. I told her we would go after traffic died down a little, and got there at around 8. The Del Rae evoked memories of Continental restaurants that a few decades ago were a dime a dozen but have all but disappeared from the landscape and replaced with multiple fast food outlets and pretentious nouvelle turds. You are going to remember things from way, way out of the past such as dim lighting, cold salad forks, a relish tray on ice, and a captain walking around inquiring about how your special dinner is going. The only thing missing was the piano player. The menu is also a throwback to the past as well. Caviar, Sand Dabs, Rack of Lamb, Chateaubriand for two, Steak Dianne, and all those other old warhorses are all still served here. Lobster Thermidor and Cherries Jubilee on a menu these days are almost as rare as unshaven bush. Relish tray superb. Cold water. No strange looks when I said I was not having alcohol for dinner. Garlic cheese bread, another throwback to the 1950's was artery clogging nirvana. The iceberg wedge with blue cheese dressing served here makes you wonder who decided to get cute and put bacon and other monstrosities on this great salad. It is just lettuce, perfectly crispy and chilled with flawless blue cheese dressing on a cold plate. With a cold fork. Freshly cracked black pepper. My wife, the vegetarian, ordered the pepper steak and asked me if I wanted a taste. For a brief moment, I was back in 1981 at the Chinatown Velvet Turtle sitting there across from my dad high on Quaaludes with my Dutch Boy haircut, braces, and checkered Vans eating the best pepper steak ever! The garlic mashed potatoes had way too much garlic. It was a very good steak. This is the place to go if you want to be romantic. It was as if somebody flipped a switch in my wife's brain that suddenly made her think I was a real Don Juan for taking her here. I ordered Halibut ala Ben with a parmesan crust, lemon butter sauce, and caramelized onions on top. It was a great big portion of very fresh fish cooked perfectly. The baked potato that came with the halibut was really good, and the waitresses opened the potato and mixed it with butter, salt, sour cream, and chives at the table. And it came with asparagus, too. Even if you are of above-average weight and girth, it is a lot of food. Where the fuck is Pico Rivera? It is a lower-middle class community between the 5 and the 605 in a land where men once had jobs in the aerospace industry and dignity, and where you could still get away with drinking three martinis for lunch and driving back to work drunk in your Buick Electra without any consequences.