At The Parish, breakfast is served with a twist. A dainty lineup of four gourmet biscuit sandwiches arrives containing such unusual fillings as fried chicken and maple Dijon; trout and pickles; sage eggs and sausage; and bacon and avocado. Proclaiming the array “beautiful,” restaurant co-owner Bruce Horwitz snaps a photo before the sandwiches are divvied up. Because Horwitz and fellow co-owner Mark Meyuhas have done the selecting — and will also be doing the dining — there is one ingredient that is noticeably absent.
The classic Los Angeles Theater at Broadway and Sixth Street is not much to look at from the outside -- situated alongside a host of busy retail shops, its sidewalk is lined with street vendors selling toys and trinkets. But upon entering the theater's French Baroque-style lobby, with its 50-foot ceiling, grand staircase, plush red carpet, detailed fresco paintings, ornate marble fountain and crystal chandeliers, one is immediately transported to a bygone era of opulent, glamorous movie palaces.
Tradition holds that the greatest gifts affect the most people, often with the least attribution. Revelers who enjoy the revitalization of downtown Los Angeles, with its theaters and concert halls, bars, restaurants and thousands of new housing units, owe deep appreciation to Ira Yellin, even if they did not have the honor of knowing him.
A new downtown Jew, Eric Clark, was driving east on Olympic, heading home with a new futon mattress stuffed in the trunk of his car.
Schnitzly is the purveyor of perhaps the least-heralded Jewish food around — chicken coated in breadcrumbs.
The time: evening, after a delicious fleishig dinner. The place: outside the local cupcake shop. The contenders: one kosher nosher versus a towering heap of buttercream frosting. Sweet tooth, thwarted.