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Waiting in Line For Cupcakes?

Waiting in line is the great American pastime. Due to the recent recession, there have been a lot of free food announcements lately from major retailers. Well, I didn't wait in line for the free ice cream, or the free tacos, or the submarine sandwiches, or the free grilled chicken. So, there's no way I'm going to wait in a line that stretches outside the door and down the street to pay to eat a cupcake. Now, I'll wait at the bar to get a table for a lamb chop at Musso's. I'll wait in those lines at Philippes for a French dip and a pickled egg. I'll even wait in the drive thru for a Double Double at In & Out. But RARELY.

Who has time to wait in line for a cupcake? Who wants to spend any of their time waiting in line for a cupcake? Why waste any of your time this all too short life waiting in line for a cupcake?

"What did you do with your life, Morty?"

"I was born, got married, worked my ass off, and waited in long lines to buy cupcakes."

A cupcake is such a pathetic thing to waste time, energy, and calories on. Basically, a cupcake is just bleached white flour, confectionary sugar and butter. Certainly there are variations on a theme with flavors and toppings, but a small, round piece of bad cake is not worth the time it takes to eat it much less waiting in a line. Writing this statement is about all the energy I ever want to expend on the subject of the cupcake. Call me crazy, but I like fruitcake.

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Monday Night in Brentwood - Louise's & Pinkberry

We ran out to get an early dinner before the Monday night rush. (Sarcasm intended.) Having enjoyed Kay and Dave's Cantina on Pico, we decided to try their Brentwood location on 26th street, south of San Vicente. We were being seated at a table when we realized the place was so noisy that we couldn't hear ourselves think much less talk. Then, the screaming babies started adding to the cacophony. We got up and went next door to Louise's. Much better. More serene. No screaming babies.

We dove into the bread and wine while we waited for:

the chopped salad (a generous serving, but lacking the salami magic)

and the Chicken Balsamico (excellent, kind of like an Italian teriyaki).

Afterwards, we watched a firetruck pull out of the red zone across the street, turn around and parallel park into two metered spaces in front of the restaurant. What fun!

We decided to go in search of the rumored new Pinkberry location in deeper Brentwood. Obviously, we found it. Now, we already eat a lot of plain, non-fat yogurt, so the tartness of the Pinkberry product didn't present a problem. The dessert satisfied, but the mechanical customer service and the lack of chairs on the patio won't be bringing me back. (This is one of those corporate places that you enter and they register your complete order and take your payment before you can even look at the goods. The clerk demanded I chose my three toppings, but I didn't even have a menu to chose from. I guess she thinks everyone is a repeat customer or everyone went through the same Pinkberry product training course that she did.)

Here's a fellow who so loves Pinkberry that he shares it with his dog. Is that Rudy in L.A.? Watch that spoon!