Out… As If We Were Adults

IMAG0533-w1200-h1200Helaine and I went to Los Angeles for dinner last night. It’s around 45 minutes away on a good night, which last night was. We were meeting Evan Astrowski and his wife Ana at the Stocking Frame, downtown.

You don’t hear too much about Downtown Los Angeles, because it empties out after business hours. There’s been a recent resurgence of nicer restaurants and nightlife, but there’s still a long way to go. Most of LA’s nightlife is far removed.

Evan and I worked together just after he left college. He was a producer at Inside Space on SciFi, which I hosted for a few seasons. Now he’s a movie producer with a bunch of features under his belt.

IMAG0525-w1200-h1200As with so much else here in California, it’s ‘piece work.’ Each film is separate, then you look for you next production.

Ana is an animator. As we ate an ad for some recent work of hers, Disney’s Planes, flashed by on the TV at the bar.

The Stocking Frame is large and comfy. They encourage sharing, so we ordered a few appetizers, then a few entrees. The food was hot, good and spicy.

IMAG0529-w1200-h1200Unfortunately, none of us liked the dessert, Dark Cacao and Burnt Orange Tart. It is their only dessert. Maybe it was the oddball taste of Rosemary Creme? It was a let down after a tasty meal.

We were surprised the place wasn’t very crowded on a Saturday night. Downtown’s emptiness? Maybe it just hasn’t caught on yet? Time, tuly, will tell.

Oh… one more thing. Just in case anyone from the Stocking Frame reads this, your website has a problem.

I understand what you’re doing, trying to have the site replicate the look of your menu. Unfortunately, all your pages are images of text, not actual text. That means Google, Bing and the others can’t easily see what you’ve written. It’s why your search engine placement, even when searching for your name, is terrible.

I can’t be the first one to tell you this.

My Dinner Was Chosen On Facebook

Bob, a native of Middletown who I met in Philadelphia and now lives in South Florida was offering food advice in Hartford.

I was musing on Facebook about my dinner prospects tonight. With no company I’d whittled my choices to one: Subway. Then I heard from Bob Leonard on Facebook.

The Franklin Ave. Grinder Shop, which I’m sure is still there, is a must!

Never heard of it! I seemed to be alone. Everyone else has.

Franklin is around 10 minutes from the TV station in a neighborhood often considered iffy after dark. Directly behind the grinder shop are small frame tenements with clothes hanging on the line.

I walked inside and got in line. The man behind me wondered why I was in Hartford. Not everyone knows yet.

When I go to Subway I order a footlong. That wasn’t going to be the case here. A large grinder was nearly $20. I had a half.

A woman in line recommended a mixed Italian grinder which came with lettuce, tomato and peppers. Yum! The half was about all I could handle.

Every city has places like Franklin Giant Grinders. The secret is finding out they exist.