The Kosher Market near us on Santa Monica Blvd (intersection with Butler, I think…) has a very tempting grill outside the shop. And you can buy the marinated meat from the meat counter, although you’ll get strange looks from the guys when you say you wanna cook it yourself. The beef kebabs were very gently spiced, and I have absolutely no idea what was in it, other than tender beef. As for the chicken kebabs, they were home-marinated bog-standard D-style teriyaki. Flat bread also from the market, slathered in butter and garlic. I like my BBQ grill.

There was a packet of corn muffin mix in the cupboard. I could not resist trying it out for brekkie. Never had a corn muffin before. And the packaging looked so quintessentially American (didn’t take a photo, now wish I had). Made the muffins too small, had the oven too hot, so they turned out a little more like rock buns than the maker intended. Oh well. Next time will be better.

Cycled to Venice Beach today (have a magic route, as vouchsafed by our biking neighbours; may post it someday should we try it again). Couldn’t decide what to have for lunch, so we had sushi! (This makes it something like 4 days in a row that we’ve had sushi: Thurs monkfish liver sushi with the boss, Fri inari sushi and spicy tuna roll for lunch; Sat chirashisushi in Westwood after a few yucky hours at work. You can tell we’re liking this availability of sushi, can’t you? Either that or we’re just unimaginative.) Today’s sushi came from Naked Sushi on Washington Blvd, which hooks up with Venice Beach pier. We initially ordered the spider roll, but they’d run out of ingredients (the crab, I guess) so we greedily asked for the dragon roll instead. There’s nothing quite like unagi. And adding avocado to the mix just makes the kiddies in us so happy.

Of course, we only knew to ask for dragon roll after our last happy experience of it in Little Tokyo:

Angelato‘s, on the corner of Third Street Promenade and Arizona in Santa Monica, is possibly a gelato-lover’s heaven. The range of flavours is astounding, the combination adventurous, and the portion size generous. P has been replaced in my affections, naturally.

Face of the day: chocolate mandarin (which P ordered for me; and weirdly enough, I’d had a two scoop combo comprising an orange sorbet and a chocolate on one of my previous visits before his arrival… doo-do-doo-do-twilight zone… or the man just knows me.)