HERMANO SEGUNDO LOST IN LA LA LAND: DAY THREE
OK, before we go onto food, another in our series of irregular pop culture quizzes.
Who can tell me why the stairs in picture No1 are amongst the most important in movie history? Well, they are to me and brought back happy memories of childhood and even caused this hard hearted SOB to shed a little tear of Saturday afternoons remembered.
Now we have escaped the clutches of bad imitations of French food and delved into some of the city's ethnic offerings, LA began ot come into its own. I joined Sybil and a motley assortment of her friends for a quick lunch at Din Tai Fung, one of the best and most popular Shanghai dumpling houses. There was a huge line when we arrived, but fortunately Amanda, one of Sybil's chums had staked a claim near the front allowing our party of seven to snaffle a huge table for the next hour.
I left the ordering to others for once and just sat back to take advantage of my guest status as bowl after bowl of steaming soup dumplings were passed to me first. Very impressive they were too with the pre-requisite sag as you lifted them and the soup threatened to leak out in a hot torrent of stocky goodness. The trick is to bite the top off, douse with a little vinegar and then drink the contents before eating the meaty or seafood filling. I must have got through about twenty until I looked up and realised the others were looking at me with a mix of admiration and disgust.
Add to that some impressive fried rice, green beans spiked with garlic and some rice cakes and the bill of $16 seemed like a bit of a steal. It also meant that Sybil's suggestion of a two hour hike up to The Hollywood sign and back seemed less of a good idea than it had in the morning. Still, I am pleased to say we made it, as the picture proves.
L.A is beginning to grow on me.
Now, about those stairs............. anyone?