For real, LA can drive me mad sometimes...
I feel like the whole world closes in and it's just time to beat it. But, then I land somewhere else and realize OMG, So Cal is the place to be. Right now, I'm land locked in Colorado working on a show (just a few weeks) and I already feel smothered. The cold, the snow, no crashing Pacific ocean inches from me in every direction.
I already can't wait to get back home and just start living again. These shows literally S.T.O.P. life as I know it. Right now, in LA - my fave place to go is The Old Place. Much as I hate to give away this little secret, their Sunday brunch is off the charts. It's like my Granny down in Georgia cooks, but with a tiny bit more exotic ingredients.
Their dinnertime menu is amazing, but there is something about hitting this place up on a Saturday morning and ordering the whole menu with bottle after bottle of wine and champagne. The wine boutique next door is the kind I would have if I were to open a wine joint. They focus on the super duper regional wines, mostly California. Who knew the Santa Monica mountains had almost 30 wineries!?
So, the whole menu: it's biscuits and gravy with chunks of sausage; fluffy cornmeal pancakes with barrels of butter and maple syrup; scrambled eggs in a cast iron with goat cheese, basil and sun dried tomatoes; throw in a BLT; steak and fried eggs with homemade A1. In fact, everything is homemade in house - all the butter, cheese, cream. They don't even have a freezer - which means homespun whipped cream with the berry cobbler, not ice cream*
Minka loves, loves, loves to visit her pal Jacques next door at his all French architectural salvage spread. She can run free, digging for bones, treasures and dirt. She goes so hard, she just passes out at our feet when she's done, while we polish off another bottle of perfect French rose.
I bought my new/old front door there - an incredibly cool dutch door from a 1920's farmhouse in the French countryside. I keep making up excuses to go back - I just have so much fun in Malibu Canyon country, it's like being home in TN, but...the Pacific is just down the hill.