As I start this post, I am at the edge of sleep. Imagine, if you will, a man at a desk with eyes half closed and slow laborious breathing. He is leaning backwards in his chair and yet his stomach is in full contact with the aforementioned desk. Ladies and gentlemen, that man is me.
Tonight I had the privilege of eating at one of Los Angeles’ burger institutions. It’s housed in a little building on Pico just east of the 405 freeway and across from the Westside Pavillion. This is the joint that you hear about when people do their best of L.A. lists. It’s small, it’s hot and you can’t park within a city block of the place. It turns out all of those things are beneficial though, because without them the lines would be around the block instead of just past the door. Here at EatMeCalifornia, we like to cut through the hype and tell it like it is. So without further ado, I give you…
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