I’ve reviewed the Huevos Rancheros from Loteria Grill before, way back in 2008, mostly because I was so far from my usual areas of eating interest that I had to explore the local terrain. I wasn’t planning to dabble in double dipping with this outlet of Jimmy Shaw’s growing collection of eateries but I did find myself here on a day I was craving a savory meal that resonated with my palate. Awwfugit, I have my camera, I’ll make it an adventure.
Does absence makes the heart grow fonder?
Remember when I used to post music on this page? So many years ago. But then I sorta stopped, not sure why, maybe to give this online landing a structure of sorts and not bother people with my personal preferences. The stupidity of that only becomes clear when you type it out. It might make sense tomorrow.
I drove by this spot recently, it reminded me of being at the actual Alhambra in Granada and how badly this community has lived up to the original. As far as I can tell, there is nothing of majesty to be found in our So. Cal Alhambra. Nothing to mesmerize you with a sense of wonder and awe, no equivalent to the Patio of Lions. Instead you get the typical suburban landscape of franchised consumer outlets that should give your life some meaning. Somehow.
Of course, that leads to wanting to forget. Thus this song. And why I thought of it all in the first place.
“a ver si no pienso en ella
y yo la consigo olvidar”
Now that should be their motto!
Look, I’m as surprised by the fact that you are reading this as I am by the reality that I went and had Huevos Rancheros at the fucking Cheesecake Factory. It’s terrible news all around, guilt and shame is on both our hands. So let’s just get on with it, no?
I’ve been photographing the changing fortunes of our cartoon laundry friends Washo and Blocko for some time now, since at least 2006. When I noticed something new in their lives I tried to snap a photo as a keepsake. Here I share with you more than a few years of paying attention to this improvised laundromat mural.
It ends terribly.