The dear Dale & Julie had another party last night. Julie celebrated a birthday at the local bowling alley (this time with a murder mystery), complete with buffet and drinks. The food was provided by George, the chef at the bowling alley's coffee shop.
Before you start judging....
The phrase "bowling alley coffee shop" doesn't exactly connote haute cuisine. But you have not eaten at the coffee shop at the Canoga Park Bowl. Chef George is not some parolee flipping frozen burger patties. He makes dishes. And for the party, he brought in lamb, meatballs, Greek salad, hummus & pita bread, and these little slivers of zucchini with some kind of sauce over them. This intrepid reporter was too gluttonous to bother asking what they were. But the whole thing was damn good.
In fact, dare I sound judgmental, it was too good to be bowling alley food.
During one of George's trips into the party room, I called him a wizard to his face and told him he should have a restaurant in Beverly Hills.
He backed away and waved his hands at me like he'd overeaten. "I am happy here."
I mean, isn't that just the damn secret we're all trying to figure out, if we were smart? Getting to the place that makes us happy, not the place where we think we're supposed to go where we'd be happy?
Go to George. Eat his food. Learn from George.
And if I can brag about L.A. for a moment, another satisfied customer in the city known for crushing dreams.
Before you start judging....
The phrase "bowling alley coffee shop" doesn't exactly connote haute cuisine. But you have not eaten at the coffee shop at the Canoga Park Bowl. Chef George is not some parolee flipping frozen burger patties. He makes dishes. And for the party, he brought in lamb, meatballs, Greek salad, hummus & pita bread, and these little slivers of zucchini with some kind of sauce over them. This intrepid reporter was too gluttonous to bother asking what they were. But the whole thing was damn good.
In fact, dare I sound judgmental, it was too good to be bowling alley food.
During one of George's trips into the party room, I called him a wizard to his face and told him he should have a restaurant in Beverly Hills.
He backed away and waved his hands at me like he'd overeaten. "I am happy here."
I mean, isn't that just the damn secret we're all trying to figure out, if we were smart? Getting to the place that makes us happy, not the place where we think we're supposed to go where we'd be happy?
Go to George. Eat his food. Learn from George.
And if I can brag about L.A. for a moment, another satisfied customer in the city known for crushing dreams.
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Well said.
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