Around the Horn: Simple Genius

Thanks to Wikimedia Commons for the close up shot. I ate the pizza too quickly to shoot it.

Thanks to Wikimedia Commons for the close up shot. I ate the pizza too quickly to shoot it.

Last month I went to New Haven, CT with my husband who was raving about the pizza. It’s been many years but he had been dreaming of going back specifically to enjoy the white clam pizza from Frank Pepe’s – a local joint that has been much lauded for being the best pizza in America (out of the top 101).  He had built up so much anticipation that I was expecting to be slightly underwhelmed. But I gotta say, the first bite was a spiritual experience for me.  The pizza was perfectly charred, crisp on the bottom with a bit of chew to the dough.  The cheese was brimming with briny puddles of clams that packed an umami punch and miraculously did not make the crust soggy.  Seasoned with touches of fresh garlic and oregano, this pizza was so simple, so pure and satisfying.   The pies are wonderfully rustic and oblong, fitting perfectly on an industrial aluminum cookie sheet the size of 24”  flat screen tv.  And, I ended up eating half of that flat screen tv.

Which Favorite Restaurants Do You Fear Will Become Extinct?

 

moca.org

www.moca.org

I heard a few weeks ago that Beverly Hills’ institution – Kate Mantilini’s will close on June 14th due to increased rent.  I’m quite sad as I frequented this special location of Kate’s many times over the years that was perfectly situated near the Academy, WGA screening room, and Wilshire theater.  I patronized this spot for business lunches, meals with friends after or before screenings, had my first meal with my husband there, and many delicious brunches on Sundays where I’d get their Sunday-only Dutch apple pancake or french toast.

www.soundonsight.org

www.soundonsight.org

Around the Horn: Guilty Pleasures

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In keeping with David’s theme of geeking out, what guilty pleasures do you partake in? I want to hear about your most low brow, trashy, ridiculous, cheesy, uncool, or unhip obsessions.

Reality-showise, I got obsessed with Hardcore Pawn when it first premiered on TruTv. It’s set at a family-run Detroit pawn shop. The negotiations are not your typical reality fare where everyone has already agreed on a number and do some limply choreographed wheeling and dealing only to shake hands at the end. These negotiations barely start before they end up in fist fights and bitch slapping. And this pawn shop is not seeing rare memorabilia or antiques, but everything from busted TVs to underwear and gold grills. The father who owns the shop often pits his daughter and son against each other as they compete viciously for business on the floor.

Like all reality shows, it’s probably staged but this is a pawn shop in Detroit so, no matter how you shoot, choreograph, or cut it – it’s still raw and not pretty. I confess, it’s a car accident and I can’t not watch it.

Any Decent Chinese Food West of SGV? (Or in any non-obviously Chinese enclave?)

Ever since VIP seafood on Wilshire/Bundy closed, I swore off any Chinese food on the Westside in LA.  And when I say Westside, I started to feel like that encompassed pretty much anywhere west of the San Gabriel Valley.  But finally after many years, a generous Singaporean friend took me to Joss in Beverly Hills which claims to be healthy but authentic Chinese.

Joss – Fancy pants Hong Kong food in BH

Around the Horn: Mother’s Day

Chinese mother by Bertha Lum

So Mother’s Day is rolling around and I’m at a loss at what to do this year.  As you may have read in my Tiger mom blog, she’s an OSCM (‘Old School Chinese Mom’).  So for her, an ideal Mother’s Day has always involved me visiting her in Oakland and accompanying her on errands to Chinatown while taking her out for a nice Chinese dinner.  It’s a day that’s perfect for her – it’s predictable, all on her terms, and she eats at one of the handful of usual restaurants she knows will not disappoint.

When In Doubt, Throw It Out?

If only my mess was museum worthy. Here's a photo by artist Jeff Wall, 1978 - 'The Destroyed Room'.

After 15 years in the same apartment, I’m finally moving and determined to set new and better habits to clamp down on clutter.  One of those ways will be to live by the rule that if I bring one thing in, I have to take at least one thing out.  Easier said than done for me as I have a bit of my dad’s hoarder gene.  But fortunately now that my papers, books, and scripts are increasingly digital, I’ve been able to get out from under the clutter a bit more.  Do you live by any rules that help you live in clutterfree peace?  How long are you able to maintain it before chaos takes over?

Work to Live or Live to Work?


Recently I was contacted by a young alumna from my college who requested advice on breaking into the movie business.  This woman was different from the usual newbies in that she was contemplating a big career change.  She was a successful investment banker who wanted to leave her job and chase her dream of becoming a creative producer of independent films.  So, I started out warning her as others have done for me when I first started – if you can make a living doing anything else and don’t hate yourself for doing it, then don’t build your livelihood around film as it is such a difficult and mercurial business.But in saying this to her, it got me wondering whether following one’s true calling and being able to make a living at it is a luxury or the only way to be truly successful at anything.  (Following one’s calling while being funded by parents/spouses/sugar-parents doesn’t count as there’s no skin in the game)  Some happiness theorists, consider this experience of being so positively connected to one’s work that you lose all sense of time aka “flow” as a critical component of achieving satisfaction in life (along with strong personal relationships). Granted we all need to work to cover the basics of food, shelter, clothing, healthcare and kids for some.  But to what extent is work a means to an end vs. a basis for our sense of purpose in life?  Do you work to live or live to work?  Or maybe both?
DHH: My 16 year-old son and I were just talking the other day about career choices. He said, “I think I’d rather do something I like than something that makes a lot of money.” I explained that, when I first started wanting to write plays, I didn’t expect to make money from it, and certainly never expected to have shows on Broadway. If you do something you love, you’re more likely to work hard, achieve more, and it won’t feel like work. Then, at some point down the line, there’ll be a decent chance you can find a way to make some money from it.

Work and life, in my view, are inseparable. We spend a huge part of our lives working, right?  So a good work life is a huge part of having a good life.

Around the Horn: It’s The Thought That Counts

There’s something for everyone

Buying gifts during the holidays tends to be a double-edged sword for me.  It’s actually quite fun and novel for me to find things for people I don’t normally buy gifts for –  friends, colleagues, and those who have hard jobs helping people like me out (eg: the staff at my doctor’s office who normally get chewed out by fussy Santa Monica housewives).  I like to figure out what they need, what they wouldn’t buy for themselves but would enjoy, etc.

Even Addicts Have Their Limits

I don’t drink, do drugs, or extreme sports.  I do pork, fried dough, and sugar.  But sometimes, too much of a good thing can be just that…too much.  Here are the few times when I’ve crossed the threshold and moved from indulgent bliss to remorse…

Get your noodle on

Credit to theminty.com for chiu chow dry noodles (Kim Ky Noodle House)

Maybe I’m overdue for a trip to a hawker stall in Thailand or Singapore.  Or I’m just watching too many episodes of Anthony Bourdain’s ‘No Reservations’ – my equivalent of food porn.  I can’t help but have food envy seeing him hit up a street vendor and  get turned on as he hungrily anticipates his humble bowl of noodles.  My memories of Southeast Asia usually summon up cravings of dry soup noodles – basically noodles with all the fixings but with the broth on the side.  It’s a different experience from the traditional soup noodles.  The ingredients are not bound together by a mellow broth, but suffused with usually some kind of pork or chicken fat – a special sauce that like the Dark Knight, is both evil and good.

Last Supper

While fellow offender Phil’s working on his Judgment Day booty call list , I am also thinking about how to spend my last moments of existence before the apocalypse descends. So naturally, these last few hours would be best devoted to doing the thing that has made my life worth living and that’s eating.  If I could have my version of the last supper, I’d have a mile long table with family, friends and some celebrity guests including masters of ceremonies Tina Fey, John Stewart, and Anthony Bourdain to keep the atmosphere upbeat.  Jonathan Gold will help curate the menu and tell us what we’re eating.  We’d have a massive multicourse meal and eat until the ground breaks wide open and consumes us.  All you yomyomf offenders, readers, and heathens are invited.  As I only have a few hours, logistically I’ll have to pull this off in LA but lucky for me, LA has lots of good ‘last meal’ choices.  Lots of gut-busting soulful stuff that will keep us happily filled up as we wait for the hellfire to engulf us.  Any suggestions welcome.