The Waste Land I had intended to start this review of BLVD Steak, a new swanky restaurant in the San Fernando Valley, in my typical pseudointellectual fashion with a reference to T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land: “April is the cruellest month”…blah, blah, blah. To be honest, I never really understood poetry. At every lecture that…
Do you feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk? The City of Angels is the home, the mecca, the epicenter of the trendiest of trendy diets. As one bites into one’s Langer’s #19 or double chili cheeseburger, one must suffer the slings and arrows and take arms against the advocates of the vegan, the paleo, the…
Perhaps You Can Go Home Again My friend Morrie Grossman, like his older brother Les Grossman, is a movie producer at Sony Pictures. Morrie ascended the Hollywood ladder, crushing the fingers of those below him on every rung. He started in the mail room, became a renowned supervising sound editor and finally reached the summit…