Just had a wonderful brunch with Carlisle, the sweetest :) The chips were like a warm sunset over Santa Monica Pier, the tacos had corn tortillas mashed from the corn fields of Northern New Mexico with hog meat from central California's Coalinga national reserve of royal pigs. The mimosas of all flavors tickled the tongue in all the right directions. The view of "Trans Atlantic" Buy-sell-trade is as moving as looking up at the Hollywood sign during rush hour traffic and there is a brush fire two miles away and your windows are busted so you can't roll them up and you're stuck sniffing up God's cancer. There is one waitress with the bosom of Venus and a cherub face but doesn't realize it and keeps tucking away at her crop top trying to hide things that we all know are actually there. Such a pleasure on this sweltering hot day was the Cocina Condesa.
With all the Love