David had researched a mexican eatery all week for our usual Sunday restaurant outing.
Since it was in Hollywood, I suggested we start at the Hungry Cat for a beer and the best peel-n-eat shrimp on the planet.
Over a fine craftsman beer for me and a grapefruit margarita for him, we told our bartender Matt our intentions of going to Malo. He gave us this sly smile and told us that was an alright place. He knows some of the girls who work there. And I bet he does...and I wished later he'd told us what he really knew.
We drove up to Malo and I realized it was the old LA Nicola (and after that Cobalt Cantina.) I said, son of a bitch, this was LA Nicola, one of my favorite places in Hollywood. I had an art show here. I had a hundred martinis here at least! Well, we walked in and we both knew instantly that we wouldn't be eating there. It stank of bathroom ass. How could anybody eat with urinal cake vapors in the air? Since they have about 100 types of tequila, David ordered one and I had a Tecate and we used my iPhone UrbanSpoon app to find our next stop. Thank Dog for the iPhone. We ended up at El Conquistador a few blocks away. I had an outstanding tostada and we shared iPhone glory with the boys at the next table.
As Jack White would say, Oh well, oh well.
Posted by nora murphy at February 9, 2009 09:30 AM | TrackBack