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Get ready for a French invasion this summer. Of the many bistros and brasseries slated to open in the coming months, Le Saint Amour in Culver City leads the charge. Owners Florence and Bruno Herve-Commereuc used to have that adorable little Angelique Cafe in the Fashion District downtown where you could pop in (provided the parking gods were with you) at lunch for some house-made charcuterie and a salad, followed by a slice of tart and coffee. Very civilized. (They sold the cafe in 2006.
Here's a joke they tell in Poland: What are the three biggest Polish cities? Warsaw, Krakow and Chicago. There certainly are a lot of Polish-Americans in Chicago, so everybody there knows what Polish food is. Many Angelenos, though, don't know Polish food--or rather, they know it as Jewish food: borscht, roast brisket, meat-filled dumplings (pierogi, much the same as kreplach) and many of the other comfort foods my grandmother made. Polish and Jewish food differ primarily because of Jewish dietary laws.
July 11, 2003 | From Associated Press
Prosecutors questioned first baseman Randall Simon of the Pittsburgh Pirates before letting him off the hook for hitting one of the Milwaukee Brewers' sausage mascots with his bat during Wednesday night's game. The sheriff's department cited Simon for disorderly conduct and fined him $432. Simon said he didn't mean to knock down the woman, who tumbled to the ground and got a few scrapes but wasn't seriously hurt during the popular costume race at Brewer home games.
October 27, 1997 | CHRIS CHI
Feasting on sausage, sauerkraut and ale, revelers celebrated medieval cuisine--and some modern themes too--at the Ventura County Oktoberfest on Sunday. While a brass band in lederhosen played oom-pah-pah music, representatives from GTE pitched the telecommunications giant's online Yellow Pages service in a van filled with computers. And along with an assortment of dark and light ales, thirsty revelers could opt for a cup of mocha latte or bottled mineral water.
October 20, 1985 | Don A. Schanche
Romans scorn guides to the city's restaurants for the sensible reason that such brochures rarely include the unpretentious neighborhood trattoria , pizzeria or osteria , where--everyone knows--the food is better. Every neighborhood has one or more, and the best are known throughout the city by way of an underground grapevine that, for obvious reasons, excludes tourists and Guide Michelin tasters.
November 18, 2009 | S. Irene Virbila
The edge of crispness in the air gets me thinking of drinking reds and specifically Barbera from Italy's Piedmont region. Barbera used to be the workhorse of the region, the everyday wine drunk at lunch, with salumi and simple braised meats. But Barbera d'Alba from Pasquero-Elia is made with as much care as its their much more expensive Barbaresco. Deep in color, with extravagant amounts of bright, juicy fruit (think cherries and blackberries), the 2007 Paitin "Serra Boella" just begs to be drunk with a fat grilled sausage, a bowl of pasta fagioli or a pork roast fragrant with sage.
April 28, 1988
Texas A&M shotputter Randy Barnes, in town to help promote the Pepsi Invitational at UCLA, went to the coffee shop at the Sheraton Plaza La Reina and asked, "What's for breakfast?" "Well," said the waitress, "you can have eggs with bacon or sausage and toast, or sausage with pancake sandwiches, or steak and eggs . . . " "I'll have one of each," Barnes said. "And three milks." An hour later, at Julie's, he was breaking bread with the media at the Southland track writers luncheon.
February 9, 2013 | Kimberly Nichols, Kimberly Nichols is a Venice-based writer and artist
I was 45 minutes late to our first date at Osteria Mozza when the Cute Gardener took one look at me over the rim of his glasses, pushed a menu toward me and asked if I would mind if we just ordered a bunch of plates to share. Flustered from my driving experience -- it took me nearly two hours to get from Venice Beach to Melrose Avenue on the windiest night of the year -- I sputtered: "Yes, you can have bites of all my stuff. " "I can have bites of your stuff?" he asked, in a deep and sexy voice that I have come to love.
February 2, 2007 | Carina Chocano, Times Staff Writer
Not long into "Because I Said So," which stars Diane Keaton and Mandy Moore as a mother and daughter bound by a mutual dependence so neurotically obsessive it makes the affair in "Last Tango in Paris" look breezy and wholesome, I was reminded of the pancake-wrapped sausage that Jon Stewart has been waving around lately on "The Daily Show."
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