I took today off work to recoup after my rafting trip. My friend N.R. (the bread guy) still wanted to do lunch. Bastard. I wanted to be lazy. But I groaned and replied a reluctant “yes”.
I’ve been to this chain lunch spot a few times before. It’s solid. It’s not pants wetting good. But, it gets the job done.
I ordered the South Beach Tostada. Chicken, avocado, tomatoes, lettuce, mozzarella on top of a small, thin, crispy disc of cheese.
Would it be my last meal on death row? Hell no. However, it was the perfect antidote to my prior foray into full-bodied beers, fried things and grease.
My friend loved his panini, and ordered the basket of bread that his father’s bakery delivers, to show off what real bread tastes like. It comes with this tasty pesto mayo.
Keep on moving folks, nothing to see here. Nothing funny happened, the place is nondescript, nothing really to make fun of or gush over. It’s just an upscale lunch joint filled with spoiled Beverly Hills’ brats talking to their phones instead of each other and boring businessmen.
I still sort of kind of dig the place, though.
454 N Canon Dr
Beverly Hills, CA 90210