Drove from the East side through Malibu Canyon to Paradise Cove so we could dip our toes in the sand.
Yea, beach stuff!
How does the pianist get up there?
Shrimp, spicy calamari, and beef tacos! I know how when you’re by the sea, you feel like the fish taco is the way to go but the beef one beat out all the others here. Marinated in sweet barbecue sauce. The rest of the food was meh-er than meh, but we really came here for the beach not brunch.
Halloween pumpkin friend
We’re living a real life Corona commercial
Rough life around these parts
Was wearing a tee and jeans to the beach. Bad call. Turned the tee into a makeshift toga.
Destinee, what a dream girl.
Paint dabbled belt
Most Californian Canadian I know
Yes, we came all the way out here just to sit in the sun. Total beach bums, such bliss!
I guess LA ain’t so bad.
Wish you were here.
This entry was written by Friends, Joey Ng, Los Angeles, Photos and tagged American Apparel, Beach, Destinee Gevonden, Malibu, Medium Leather Carry-All Pouch, Nick Marler, Paradise Cove, Paradise To Go. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink., posted on October 31, 2011 at 3:56 am, filed under
I just want to trap
spending time with me
cuz what’s mine is yours and yours is mine
Linze with the light of an infinite Indian Summer,
Happy 25th Birthday
Found these on my blackberry. One of my last (really very intoxicated) nights in Manhattan.
Jumped and hopped from Le Bain to Boom Boom Room with my son and a baby Gaga.
I woke up in a Tribeca loft, snuggled next to an iPad and six pillows.
There was an invite to the Hamptons, but I had a plane to catch.
Oh New York, New York.
This entry was written by Friends, Joey Ng, New York and tagged Andrea Surplus, Boom Boom Room, Chris Reed, Le Bain, Manhattan, The Standard Hotel. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink., posted on October 26, 2011 at 4:03 am, filed under
If you thought I did much else other than work and eat, you’d be wrong.
Specialising in Japanese style curry, pasta, and salad.
Grilled Vegetable Salad
Chilli oil, pickled onions, pickled daikon
Spaghetti Carbonara. I love Japanese style pastas because they pack a ton of flavour in a much lighter form in comparison to regular Italian fare. I don’t know what the change in recipe is, but it feels less heavy, hearty, and carbicide-y. Just the right amount of creamy cheesiness.
I ordered a side of the sauteed mushrooms. They were pretty bland and dry so I dumped them into my pasta dish. Only disappointing item, though. Rest of the food was fab.
Seafood curry. Love the roasty sweetness to the sauce.
Now for the REAL reason why we came…
Ice cream sundae with LOTTE KOALA COOKIES!!! How cute is this? AND they put strawberry pocky in it, too.
Too cute. To. Die.
329 East First Street
Los Angeles, CA 90012
P.S. I’m going to start sending little love letters to y’all. Who knows what e-surprises I have in store for ya. Maybe some secrets. Mostly the things I’m secretly eating. Maybe something even better. If you want to hear from me,
click here to subscribe to my love letters!
This entry was written by Food, Los Angeles, Photos and tagged Beer, DTLA, Fat Spoon, Little Tokyo, Lotte Koala Cookies, Salad, Sapporo, Seafood curry, Spaghetti Carbonara, Sundae. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink., posted on October 25, 2011 at 4:08 am, filed under
L’Avenue down the street from our Montreal apartment had a serious line outside every single day for brunch. So naturally, we had to join the sheep herd and try it for ourselves.
Record label menus.
Reunited! M&Ms, Marissa and Maria.
Another favourite ‘M’ of mine, Mimosa.
This is what I ordered. The mushroom thing. I can’t remember what’s it’s actually called on the menu because my memory in French isn’t as good as it is in regular human.
Everything was in huge portions! And my god. The fruit skewers… so good! The taters, not so good. Bit too heavily greased and seasoned. Eat those last if you have the room.
L’Arc-en-ciel. Smoked salmon benny.
Wisconsin, Paris, and DC in the house! Kelly, Christophe, and Reyhan.
The Mediterranean. I ordered this the next time – usually comes with feta. Eggs, tomato, spinach, and cheese. So fresh ‘n so good. Line up is well worth it!
922 Avenue du Mont-Royal Est
Montreal, H2J 1X1, Canada
This entry was written by Food, Friends, Joey Ng, Montreal, Photos and tagged Brunch, Christophe Chobeaux, Eggs Benedict, Kelly Rux, L'Avenue du Plateau, Maria Aoki, Marissa Venne, Mont-Royal, Pleateau, Reyhan Gezgec. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink., posted on October 24, 2011 at 5:16 am, filed under
- Charles Bukowski
I have all these little photos
Men I love for more reasons than not.
I wanted to start a series, but I just can’t decide what to call it.
Anyway, this is Sean.
And I love him.
You ask, I tell. Selection of questions posted on Tuesdays.
Film – 35mm Olympus Mju II. A present my mother gave to me when I was 14.
Maybe Christmas, maybe sooner. I don’t know how I feel about singing online anymore
Ideally, brunch with friends and a lot of laughing. A bit of shopping followed by a nap. Dinner before seeing a band. Drinking, dancing, and lots of making out.
1. Try anything once 2. With a trustworthy and willing partner. 3. Enjoy yourself.
I generally like to answer this question in jest with “I don’t have the time to think about whether I’m happy!”. But if I’m going to be honest, then yea, probably more so than I have been in a while. Not to say that my life is all double rainbows and bacon wrapped dates but it’s certainly much more interesting and productive.
Got a question for me? Ask away here.
This entry was written by Los Angeles, New York, Tell-all Tuesdays, Toronto and tagged Annex, Beverly Hills, Bushwick, Chinatown, Echo Park, Glen Szabo, Venice, Viva Radio. Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink., posted on October 18, 2011 at 3:38 am, filed under
“Oh! Her. I love her.”
“Yes, see? That was the problem. So did I.”
I heard ‘em say
they say I’m the dangerous kind
of girl. The kind that could break your heart.
But y’see the trail of broken hearts
that I leave behind,
well, they’re mostly mine.
You’re gonna make me lonesome when I go.
I’d go anywhere