Lola at the Coffee House, Cafe 101

I rarely visit the galleries. They're mostly tourist traps, but I like one gallery
who shows Peter Max paintings. I like his colorful pictures very much!

November isn't a bad month and the weather is usually nice enough to walk
around. We always can stop in some of the many many cafes for a coffee.

I hiked with Thomas around Torrey Pines 2 weeks ago when he was visiting.

Yes osso, that's the Tapenade! You'd love their food, even though it's French
and not Italian!

Cut it out spendius! Get your hot bath rolling and your butt over to your
small-town pub, and insult those creatures for a while. They're probably so
numb towards you that even there you've given the invisible tin hat!

I love french food too, I'm just louder about italian. That review set my salivary glands atwirl. I was a fan of an early beloved french chef in LA, Pierre Bertranou. Schniff.. it was quite a blow to the cooking community when he died. Other chefs brought him meals at Cedars..

I'd probably explode from happiness to get to visit France..

Thomas, wonderful Thomas. I'm glad you met him..

Yes, he's very nice.

Well, let's hope your trip will materialize in November osso, so we all can go to
grab a bite at the Tapenade.

I hope it does, will let y'all know.

It is very distasteful to talk about food and eating you know LW. Have you not read Philippa Pullar's Consuming Passions. It is a carnal activity. There's only a pretence of a cerebral content. It actually is chomping through the nutrient bed as one sometimes sees a caterpillar working back and forth across a leaf mandibles a scrunching. Fat, spice and sugar are the principle attractions. Dangerous substances all. Habit forming.

Mr Montgomery-Massingbird would neither allow witnesses to him eating not witness others doing so. And he was "up there" as Andy Warhol liked to say.

And other matter on which you are confused is that if you talk a place up it gets crowded and not only do you have to sit cheek by jowl with people whose ancestry and lifestyle you don't know but the staff treat you like **** and you have to beg for the simplest service. I suppose you would pass on then and find a neglected new place to talk up again and have your worshippers following you around like lost sheep.

Does Lola's Coffee House do egg and bacon barms?

"It is very distasteful to talk about food and eating you know LW."

Matters of taste often involve talking about food.

What do you mean? You are the ones who want to bring a scientific account of natural processes into the light. Were you only having us on? I was very polite I thought. I never mentioned the peristaltic reflex nor the anal shpincter and those play a far more important role in these matters than this fancy stuff which is of a spiritual nature.

Are you conceding a spiritual dimension to mankind which is quite obviosly not possessed by any other animal from which you say we are descended.

The animal in question where you're descended from, seems to share your traits
of simple pleasures.

Pope Spendius XXX's pub:

That would be Wentworth Galleries who I worked for a few years back. I quit and dubbed them the East Coast Art Mafia. MAX is horribly overprice for his manufactured by elves "originals." He's diluted his market to the point of making all of them worthless. He does paint a couple of strokes of color on each one and then signs them, though. Isn't that nice?

The last time I was in La Jolla when it rained was early springs and we were coming back from Mexico. Waited an hour to get seated at the Chart House but the view was worth it as the moon was out, showing through the rain and the cove was calm so you could see all the tiny drops ruffling the surface of the sea.

Chart House, man, I've been away a long time.
Wonder what the street address is, as I suppose the old victorian I lived behind has been supplanted by some big stuff.
When I lived there, there was a high rise being built on Coast Blvd., which I'm guessing was only the first. I could trust the construction to wake me up to get to Scripps Clinic at 7:30 a.m. Anyway, I figure there has been commercial or at least residential infill after that building.

It's "which". The WGs is not a person. It is a a thing organised by people who have a need to pick pockets. I daresay the East Coast Art Mafia was a bit miffed about being compared to an outfit like that. But they might well not have noticed.

What was the moon out of? It is always where it it supposed to be isn't it?

You are a romantic aren't you? Science is not your game mate.

The Chart House closed up a lot of its restaurants and that was one of them -- it was always mobbed so I guess it wore out its Prime Rib welcome. But the Top of the Cove is also gone. I haven't wandered around La Jolla that much as I usually have appointments in San Diego and actually just go through the horrendous parking problem just to go to the Mediterranean Cafe, with a short stop at Madison Gallery and I do poke my nose into Wentworth to make some off-the-cuff tacky remark to whoever is there (with their turnover, rarely the same person).

Look out, the grammar policeman is back and his gun is loaded -- or he is loaded. Either way, equally dangerous and foolish.

I forgot about the Chart House too, and I can't keep up with all the
restaurant turnover. The owners of "Top of the Cove" sold and I am not sure
if it ever will reopen as a food establishment. Most of the restaurants on
Prospect are for the tourists, except for the Trattoria Acqua (also has a nice view of the Cove) http://www.trattoriaacqua.com/flash/
The interior is quite charming there, the food real Italian, and the desserts
are out of this world.

Top of the Cove sounds familiar, probably is after my time there. La Jolla was quite a quiet place in 1964.

Osso, luckily the highrise is the only one that was built in the 60s. After that
monstrosity went up, the La Jolla Town Council passed a height limit of 30 feet
for every building in La Jolla, regardless if commercial or residential.
The Scripps Clinic was converted to a luxury condo project - very very expensive, but tastefully done.