Spencer F.'s Profile

I loved this place, and it is about two miles from my house, so I'm sure I'll be back many times.

The place seems to be set up for the hungover. There is a menu of breakfasty cocktails, and the food is separated by the type flavor, sweet, savory, etc, so you don't need to read the menu too carefully.

I had the creme brulee french toast, which I really enjoyed and I ate off of everyones plate. I can't stand a breakfast that is too small, and I was stuffed, so I was happy.

The place smells fishy when you first walk in. For me, Vietnamese is easy. I want pho, and I don't really care what is in it. However, I went with my parents, neither of whom have the stick-prowess to consume noodles, and they were confused.

The waiter saw this and brought out another menu which had large color photos of all the dishes. Really a nice idea. And my father ordered...shrimp fried rice. My mother got something equally mundane.

I don't think I'll ever get them to try actual Vietnamese food.

Anyhow the food was 4.5 stars. Half a star off for cramped seats; too narrow. I'm 6'3 and I could not have sat next to someone easily. One star off for the fishy smell.

This is a decent little sports bar, with a very nice selection of beer. I think the bartender was the owner/operator, and he told and interesting yarn about beer distribution and how Trader Joe's is actually owned by the largest grocery concern in the world.

This is not a Super-Target, but it almost is.

I would call it a Demi-Super-Target. It has a small restaurant and a Starbucks. It also has a medium sized grocery section, pharmacy, etc, etc.

If my house burned down, and I had to rebuild my life in one store, I would come here.

Four stars. That's right. Why?

Dollar menu, Frosties, and Russ.

Russ is the guy who works behind the counter here. He is extremely nice, and he seems to know the age and birthday of almost everyone who is even remotely famous.

Stop in here, get a Frosty, and ask Russ about his grandmother. She will be 94 in April. Can you believe that?

This is a gigantic shoe store. I am a metrosexual shoe snob, and I'm not too impressed with most of the shoes here.

However, they have some excellent running shoes, and the classic Converse shoes that everyone should own.

It is almost as big as a Best Buy. I think much of their inventory is acquired from other stores, like Marshalls or Ross. You will see "name brand" shoes, but Paul Smith and John Lobb are not among the names I saw, so three stars.

Lewis Black has a comedy routine where he says that on the back of the menu at IHOP there is a written guarantee that no matter how fat you are, there will be someone in the IHOP who is at least twice as big as you will ever be.

The Hat is the same way. This is food you will love and regret eating at the same time. You will feel like Mother Teresa masturbating. It feels so good, but you know it is wrong.

I think soon enough the FDA will force them to put labels on the wrappers: "This food product is known to cause fat assedness."

Anyhow, I always jaywalk over from the car dealerships when I'm having a car serviced there, so in my mind walking that quarter mile burns off all the excess calories. Sure, 50 calories of exercise, 1500 calories of food. No problem. Now what the hell is wrong with these pants, musta shrunk in the wash or something.

I used to be addicted to the Lee's across from the campus of UC Irvine, and this location is MUCH smaller. There is a tiny dining area, with about three tables. You can sit outside, but make sure you are within earshot of the droid who announces numbers. I wouldn't come here if it was raining though. I have seen that during the lunch hour they open the front doors to accommodate the line of people.

Anywho, the food, fantastic, abundant, cheap. The reason the store is so small is because the kitchen takes up 90% of the space, they still have all the bread-making equipment the bigger Lee's have.

I went for breakfast and had a crepe. It was good, but I can make them at home fairly well, and since I do, I happen to know that there are about 4 cents of ingredients in each crepe. Lulu charged me about 7 bucks. And that was for one stinkin' crepe with some cherries. Many people would be satisfied with this, but I'm a big (tall, not fat) guy and I get cranky when I don't get enough food.

So, to me it was way too expensive.

The place is sandwiched between a tattoo parlor and some dumpsters, so I don't see how to ambiance justified the price.

To me, at the end of a good meal my stomach must be full and my wallet must be full. I guess that people who really love French food might consider this a bargain, as it can be uber-expensive, but I don't care what kind of accent the person who made the food has.

Actually to be honest, the only time I've really enjoyed French food was in Budapest when the dollar was kicking ass still, and I got a three course meal, including crepes with chocolate sauce and walnuts, for about 9 bucks. Hungarian currency at the time was the Forint, but I think they've switched to Euros. If I went back to that restaurant I probably wouldn't like the food as much, because it would be more expensive.

I need to make some money, and sever my brain-wallet connection...

I went here on a first date with a very beautiful woman. Ordering "special heart" with the right person is very romantic. Trying to feed the wrong person chicken hearts is probably a bad idea. I don't want to be with someone who isn't an adventurous eater though, so I went for it, and I think my date enjoyed the food, as did I. However, she dumped me about two weeks later, so I now blame the food. Damn you Honda-ya!!!