For my mom's 78th birthday tonight I envisioned a slab of prime rib at Lawry's, or, at least a couple of cheese enchiladas at Lare's. But full of mischief even now, we ended up at the new Century City Food Court. She had heard about this new horror film, "Hostel", so, away we went. Depending where you sit there are some stunning architectural vistas, like out of a Robert Hoppe painting. But I wish the food were better.
I love food courts. Love the Farmer's Market with Loteria, et al, but you wish they had chosen better here. You know, In 'N Out instead of Fuddrucker's. I suspect that the old standbys, Panda Express and Baja Fresh are the way to go but we experimented with something called Via Italia that features nondescript pizza and the Korean BBQ place that offered abundant portions of glass noodles, rice, interesting spicy cucumbers but dry overcooked chicken. Hardly any damage at $16 for food for the three of us. You can snag wine from the Harper's concession and we got something called Ironstreet Merlot. Iron Horse? No. Stone Street? No. You get the idea. $18 for a half bottle. All I could think of was that was the equivalent of nine full bottles of Two Buck Chuck from TJ's. Interestingly, Coral Tree from Brentwood had the longest line and one of the more appealing displays and there's a neat looking chili place called Red Rock. Maybe before the next flick. Something in the musical comedy vein, I hope.