My friend Laura came to visit me all the way from Chicago last weekend. Weekend started out strong. I accidentally took Laura to eat at a "C" restaurant. For my non-LA friends, all restaurants in LA have an A, B or C rating in the windows. Even the nice restaurants (I know, I know, but LA does have some nice restaurants, Michellin be damned!). I'm pretty sure I started out Laura's visit at a restaurant that serves horse meat, or at least hooves. Oops. But things started looking up on Friday. We met Dave at Father's Office (best burgers in LA) and then met Halle and girls at Finn McCools in Santa Monica.
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