There is a tradition that we keep to when visitors come to town and that is no matter what you always start at the Farmer's Market/Grove. Usually that also starts with a meal at Cafe Marmalade, but we decided to be wild and reckless and do our own thing and individually pick our own places in the plethora of choices which is the Farmer's Market. We were joined for lunch by Brian, who I hadn't seen since my move. He and my Dad grabbed a burger at the newly opened Short Order, which was enjoyed by both and proclaimed one of the best burgers ever. I was slightly jealous, but preparing myself for the beef parade that was coming. (foreshadowing) I had sopes de tinga, which were very fantastic, but I like spicy food. (I would call this flavorful, but mid-westerners would say spicy) Mom enjoyed a crepe at the French Crepe Company, and picked a pound of mushrooms out of it.We bought our winning ticket for the Megamillions. I say winning, because in fact we did win.....$3.
We enjoyed our lunch and then decided to check out a museum I had never been to called the Petersen Automotive Museum. I figured my dad would like it, because he likes cars and stuff. I was right and I was pleasantly surprised by its coolness. I guess you can't judge a place by its website. My favorite exhibit was the Italian design, the were just so far ahead of us aesthetically. As shown in the pictures. There were several things that would go on the "If I had a gazillion dollars" pinterest board.I saw a gold Delorian!!! (Another Back to the Future movie perhaps, everything else is coming back)
Another exhibit followed the history of the scooter, which sounds really not that interesting at all, but really was. The first scooters looked like instruments of the Spanish Inquisition and I think you might have been burned very very badly if you were riding in a rainstorm. It continued on to the vespas we know now and a bunch of James Bond inspired fold up scooters that fit in very handsome suitcases. (I guess this was before wait limits and bag checking fees)It was then off to a nickle tour of my tiny apartment and a short walk to Soot Bul Jeep (or smokey meat house as we began to call it) to introduce my parents to Korean BBQ at the oldest K-BBQ place in LA. They also cook with charcoal, which is a rarity. We ordered spencer steak and chicken, which where both really good. I was especially surprised by how good the chicken was since this is kind of known as a beef and pork area of town. My parents told me that this was the first time they had both eaten an entire meal with chopsticks.
After all that running around, we were exhausted, so we went back to our quiet little house for the week, smelling like meat campfire and went to sleep.
