Category Archives: Places I’ll Never Show My Face in Again

Places I’ll Never Show My Face in Again: Coyote Ugly Saloon

Freaked on at Coyote Ugly

Wow, three PINSMFAs in quick succession. I’m on a bitchy roll. But this had to be said even if it is in Vegas. Coyote Ugly Saloon is only a good place to go to if you’re a single 20-something guy who just can’t get laid. Go to Coyote Ugly where there are plenty of writhing drunk girls for you to rub your junk against.

The bachelorette party from hell went here Saturday night for some dancing after dinner at Gonzalez y Gonzalez in New York New York. It was the only place anyone could think of that had a decent cover price ($10), a short line and proximity. The place was packed and the music loud. We flocked here for the dancing but it looked like the only real dancing was taking place on stage where girls were invited to take the spotlight for a free shot of whatever the MC was pouring. Little did I know that that was the only place where a girl could dance without getting freaked on by Night at the Roxbury rejects.

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Places I’ll Never Show My Face in Again: Bachelorette Party in Vegas

Blowup Doll on Chapman

OK, let me preface this by saying this isn’t Vegas’ fault, the fact that I’m currently taking part in what is probably the worst bachelorette-party-in-Vegas experience ever. But it certainly hasn’t endeared Sin City to me either.

First off, I hate bachelorette parties. Drunk girls screaming out the sunroofs of limos, drunk girls pawing strippers, drunk girls playing drinking games, drunk girls dancing on tops of tables and drinking from penis-shaped sippy cups…not my thing. But I went anyway. Dre sold it to me as a good time and since she’s never steered me wrong before, I was game. “We don’t have to do anything we don’t want to,” she promised.

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Places I’ll Never Show My Face in Again: Yakitoriya

I mentioned Yakitoriya briefly yesterday, but for the record I am so not going back there. Quickest assessment ever, I was only in there for 5 minutes but that was enough. Again, this was when Julie and I were starving and looking for a cheap place on Sawtelle to grab some dinner…before the glorious Orris experience. She suggested Yakitoriya since she had gone there before and loved the meats on sticks.

So we ducked in and grabbed a seat at the bar even though there were still plenty of free tables. The waiter handed us the menu, I sat there trying to figure out the offerings, was put off by the prices and disturbed by the thought of gizzards on a stick. Julie decided on the $17 five-stick dish and I opted for a more doable small-size soboro rice bowl with a stick of breast meat. It would add up to about $10. Still more than I wanted to spend here but whatever.

But when the waiter took our order he said that I had to order the five-stick dish. Julie explained to him that I only liked the breast meat and didn’t want the quail egg, thigh, gizzard, or whatever other unsavory part of chicken they were offering.

Unsympathetic to my unadventurous palate, he suggested that we go in on the $27 nine-stick dish. “But that’s too much for me. She doesn’t want anything other than the breast,” Julie explained. “Since she doesn’t want that much can she just get maybe side dishes and…” The waiter shook his head and basically said that wasn’t allowed either.

We got up, said sorry, and left, which was just as well since there was something better waiting for us down the street.

11301 W Olympic Boulevard
Los Angeles, California 90064
(310) 479-5400

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Places I’ll Never Show My Face in Again: L.A. Bite

Flickr Shot by Splorp

Flickr Shot by Splorp

I was spending an evening hanging out with my bro and his bf when we got a hankering for some shishkabobs. They decided to order online through L.A. Bite, a delivery service that picks up from restaurants that don’t deliver themselves. Sounds cool, right? Especially if there’s an eatery out in L.A. you want to order in from but who doesn’t deliver.

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Places I’ll Never Show My Face in Again: Tokyo Delve’s

Tokyo Delve's Dancing

The last time I went to North Hollywood’s Tokyo Delve’s was eons ago (when I was just crack-free “Caroline”) and in all honesty I hated it. It was frat-boy obnoxious and the servers made me stand up on my chair and do the chicken dance when all I really wanted to do was eat my spicy tuna roll in peace. And, no, I didn’t know that’s their thing until it was too late and I was committed to sake bombs and 40s of Sapporo.

So when my new bff Julie invited me to come with her to TD’s, I was willing to give it another chance. Maybe I’ve come out of my shell more since then.

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Places I’ll Never Show My Face in Again: Joe’s Main Street Diner

photo by Bill Ray Dupunt/SM Mirror

Went here on an early Sunday afternoon and since I was alone, I sat at the counter. Right in the middle, not behind the cash register or anything where I could be overlooked. And yet it still took 10 minutes for the waitress, Bambi, to come up to me and take my order.

Starving, I asked one of the servers if I could order and he called out her name asking her to help me but she was in the middle of sorting receipts and yelled over her shoulder, “Inna minute!”

The chef even said something to her and pointed at me, and she said, “I’m moving as fast as I can!” But even though she knew I was waiting, it still took her 5 minutes to mosey on over to me.

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Places I’ll Never Show My Face in Again: Planet Blue

Flickr Shot by Kam

Flickr Shot by KamTM

Planet Blue off Montana Avenue in Santa Monica is having a huge 50% off sale. That means their Diane Von Furstenberg, Citizens of Humanity, James Perse and other chi-chi fashions will be half off. That $600 sweatshirt you had your eye on is now only $300. BUT before you get all excited let me impart a disturbing bit of gossip a friend in the know told me.

She works near the Planet Blue location on Main Street and befriended one of the salespeople there. After noticing on many occasions the PB employees wearing this high-end fashion out and about Main Street during their lunches and smoke breaks with the tags still attached, she asked her Planet Blue salesperson friend what was going on.

Allegedly it’s store policy for the employees to wear these garments, with tags still attached, and then to put them back on the clothes rack. If they happen to get the clothes dirty, they simply send them to the dry cleaners, replace the price tag and return them to the sales floor for purchase by an unsuspecting customer.

In one instance, my friend was about to try on a white top but noticed a red stain on it. She showed it to her PB friend who quietly took it from her and brought it to one of the other salespeople. “You wore this yesterday and got strawberry juice on it!” To which the guilty salesgirl replied, “I did?” And she simply threw the top in a bag and labeled it “dry cleaner.”

And it’s not just this store on Main Street that’s doing it, apparently it’s all the stores: Montana, Malibu and Main — “company policy,” ya see. Seems as if the company believes that salespeople wearing the clothes is a form of advertisement. I can understand that but don’t most clothes stores give their employees a killer discount instead?

“But,” says this PB employee who is leaving the company because they’re sick of this weirdness, “there are actually customers out there who buy the clothes knowing that this is going on.” Ewww! It’s like a subculture of fetishists who get off on paying full price for used and partly soiled couture.

Anyhoo, maybe it’s just me but if I’m going to throw down a couple hundred-plus on an investment piece that many years from now will be considered “vintage” and not “second-hand,” I’d like to be the first one to wear it.

800 14th Street
Santa Monica, California 90265
(310) 394-0135
Cross Street: Montana Avenue

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