Man cannot live on porkneck alone. Nor can he subsist entirely on Oki-Dogs. Today I bring you the profile of a considerably gentler establishment with the hopes that it may act as a sort of smoothing agent for the stomachs calloused by porkneck overconsumption: A bakery.
Taking a break from opening for the White Stripes, M. Ward played a solo show at the underused John Ansford Theater last Friday. The theater’s outdoor foothill stage was a nice fit for his postmodern back porch country/bluegrass/blues/folk rock.
After months of waiting, anticipating and downright fearing it would never happen again, I have finally found myself in a state of hangoverness so grand as to warrant revisiting Chez Dog.
Sargeant: Put out an APB on a Phillip Cho…black hair…brown eyes…medium build…
Anyone else excited about Jason Lee’s new sitcom “My Name Is Earl”? I can’t wait for it. It looks so good. Since L.A. is the home (literally and spiritually) of the sitcom, Losanjealous is pulling for this one.
