I used Grammarly to grammar check this post, because my vinous investigations made grammar checking something-something. What was I saying?
Turns out I was two months shy of 20 years in California before I got to Los Angeles (no, LAX does not count). It was a crazy trip. Drive down from Calistoga (6.5 hours at a minimum) on Monday; drive around the city all day Tuesday; drive home all day Wednesday. It was great. We love LA!
Funny, I found musical cues all over the city. Seeing the Hollywood Hills brought Bob Seger pumping at full volume into my poor noggin. I can enjoy some Bob Seger, but that song has never done anything positive for me. It did not diminish my enjoyment of what might be America's oddest city.
I was there, of course to sell wine. I have dear friends in the city whom I was very happy to see, but they've lived there a while and this was my first visit. Time to sell. Selling dictated the events Tuesday.
We started by heading from Eagle Rock (an LA neighborhood) to Woodland Hills (its own city, I think, north of Malibu). We left within 5 minutes of my desired departure time, but traffic was bad. Los Angeles traffic may always be bad, but this was reallyreallybad. And there was a wreck. Fortunately I had an applied mathematician as wingman, and he navigated us onto surface streets. We arrived at our first sales appointment only 30 minutes late.
That, of course, a terrible way to arrive at a sales meeting. Kaj and the crew at Woodland Hills Wine Company took it in stride. We had a great time tasting together, and we are happy to report that WHWC now stocks PWR Wines! Yippee!
The day's schedule was wrecked. I looked at my day planner and laughed. Time for plan .... P?
I will not bore you with the logistical side of events. Suffice to say that we traversed the LosAngelesVerse multiple times. I should have contacted my applied mathematician sooner. O, what joyous discoveries we made. Abbot Kinney Blvd in Venice may be hipster heaven, but I enjoyed it, too. When Applied Mathematician (AM henceforward) checked his phone we saw that the Kogi BBQ truck was in the neighborhood. We had a lunch plan. Eating Korean tacos has been a dream since I first heard of them.
But then we saw Pork Belly's. We could not resist. AM might have harbored dreams of visiting the Kogi truck afterward, but our schedule did not permit. We reveled in the delights that a pork belly sandwich can bring. Maybe brisket can, too. We'll have to return to find out. As it happens, PB's was right next to our next stop, Elvino Wines, a fantastic store with amazing selections from all over the world. We saw wines from our friends at Forlorn Hope and other gems that we know. We also saw unusual but delicious items such as Barolo Chinato (sweet wine infused with quinine and other herbs, an amazing dessert drink). They even had beer from our kindred spirits at Eagle Rock Brewery--Beer for the People! The good folks at Elvino liked our wine. We hope to be on their shelves in short order.
So close to the beach; no time to visit. We did get to return through Hollywood (Bob Seger again) to downtown, and then eventually to Larchmont Village. Returning to Eagle Rock AM rated the hipster quotients of Silver Lake and Echo Park.
It was great to return to Eagle Rock. Dinner at Cacao--"Best tacos in Los Angeles," says AM--with the aforementioned Eagle Rock beer.
The next day brought us back to Pasadena, where on Monday we had a fantastic dinner at The Luggage Room after enjoying a round of beers at Stone Brewing Co. A tasting at Everson Royce led to a purchase for their sister store, Silver Lake Wine.
Los Angeles retains many secrets. Who knows what joyful discoveries await us there? From our small taste, we are confident that they are manifold and wondrous. We look forward to many return visits.