Irish Times, Palms

(310) 559-9648

Palms 
3267 Motor Ave
Los Angeles, CA 90034
www.theirishtimesla.com/site.html

We all were going out on a limb here -- to want to eat irish food. I have to say i don't remember what i ate, except I know I drank some Stella.  

I will say this: there were shepards pie's, beers, and fries. 

And the death pose for the night: death by dartboard, took a lot of "acting" on my part. The dart tasted like an old quarter. Yeah....

Cafe Brazil, Venice

"Death by Screwpull"... "After Sarah brought Charles Shaw to dinner, Frank had no scruples about opening a fresh bottle of red."
This was a great turn out for a DC and everyone got what they wanted. We all had to squish on the benches and most couldn't get up if they wanted to but it was a night of great conversation as I remember.

Versailles, Washington in Venice

Here is Flaco's invite:

Hey folks,
If you want some Cuban food, like garlic chicken with plantains and wiretapping, come with us to:

Versailles Restaurant
10319 Venice Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90034
310-558-3168

DC turns XXI:
Wed., May 21
7:30 pm

Versailles serves drinks as well - try their mojitos and margaritas.

See these reviews:
http://www.insiderpages.com/b/3710257337

but I can summarize for you - "great plantains!", "people get sick here," "people get sick here on more than one occasion" - hey, that must mean they like it or they wouldn't go back, right?

This is what Jared N. wrote in 2005 and folks, nothing's changed since 2005 except Fidel Castro's bunions.

Great Food...Nice Price...Big Servings
By Jared N. | Insider Expert | Rank: 6,008
The food here is flat out good. Period. It may seem a little of the ordinary being Cuban, but everything I've had from sandwiches to soups were outstanding. For those that never eat these types of more exotic foods, its like going on a flavor journey through unchartered lands. Many items are priced under $10 which is a very good value. The quality of the ingredients is good, but the uniquely Cuban flavor is what keeps me going back.

Posted 09/20/05 | Printable Version


Hope to see you there,

Flaco

Green Fairy Cruise through San Pedro's canals

The one and only DC potluck. We rented a boat and sailed the canals during a full moon, and Sarah, (I) brought authentic Absinthe from Prague and Russia. We did the whole shabang: the lighting on fire, the sugar, etc. A near boat crash or two, but unfortunately no hallucinations.

Gorgeous moon though!

This is called "Death at the Docks". One of the other images was by far one of the most disturbing ever, and had to be deleted.

Sakura on Centinela, Culver City

(310) 822-7790

4545 S Centinela Ave  Los Angeles, CA 90066

Great sushi for super cheap. Very crowded though. And they sure give you a lot of rice with the sushi. I think everyone was very satisfied with the food they got. Get there early though. And don't go if you don't like vinegar-y rice.

The death pose for the night was a "death by Prius" as the Prius had just taken off in LA. Like pigeons only they carry yuppies.

DC rules Continued

DC meetings are on the 2nd or 3rd Wednesday of the month. 

For far distances, Sunday night DC's can be nominated. Core members are those who attend more DC's than not. Founding members are any of the original DC circa 2002. All new members must be brought in by an existing member.

Los Balcones del Peru in Hollywood

One of the top 10 DC's of all time.

• 1360 Vine StLos Angeles 90028
• (Btwn De Longpre Ave & Afton Pl)

The giant corn was the highlight, though it's a meal in itself. Ceviche was salty but yummy. The death pose was slightly forced ... death by decorative fountain. Yeah.

THE BALLED OF HOPPY MCGEE

By Frank Matcha

Flaco drank Peruvian brew

Blandro ate an Andean stew

But they all thought 'bout you know who,

An Old Core member tried and true

It was D.C. night at Los Balcones

Sarah said: "You got somecojones !

Throwin' this gig like a bunch of phoneys,

While Hop's back east watching the Tony's"

So Sarah got her Canon out

Said: "I'll try to die if you try to shout"

But Flac' and Blandro started to pout

For the Old Core buddy they were thinkin' 'bout

D.C. night didn't feel the same,

Though there weren't no one they could blame

But when the cold ceviche came,

They looked at each other and said: "This is lame"

Well this here's the ballad of Hop McGee

Sounds like a man, but it's ashe

One time we took to callin' her Rhee,

She'd eat in restaurants even with a B

Her motto was: good food comes first

But she was in a rut and that's the worst

For higher education she had a thirst

So finally the bubble burst

When the holiday party came around

She didn't go to Schatzi's, didn't wear a gown,

She said: "I'm skipping this two dog town"

And knocked out 36 applications without a frown

It took a hundred admissions counselors 200 days

To read through Hoppy's verbose essays

Describing Hoppy's complex ways

Of moving people from point B's to point A's

When the acceptances finally trickled in

She said: "I always know'd that I would win!"

Did her final Colby front desk spin,

Then picked the broken Power Ranger back up again.

She called Tajjar, said: "We're headin' East

I'm gonna' conquer that academic Beast,

With a 3.75 at least,

I won't be stopped by a little yeast

[That last line was in pretty bad taste

I wrote it down in too much haste

But I couldn't let it go to waste

Even though it's imagination-based]

So Hop and TJ hit the road

To travel to their new abode

But the truck doors opened and they dropped their load

Upon the highway on which they rode

That didn't matter none cause they were eastward bound

And their grimy belongings were soon enough found

By a good samaritan and his mangey hound

Who seemed to know their way around

But a few hours later their engine blew up

Outside the town where Hop grew up

And TJ tried hard not to throw up

At the bill for service the mechanic drew up

But that didn't matter, they were eastward bound

Till the pistons fried without a sound

And the carburetor started to pound

And their little Ford Mustang was downed

When they finally made the east seaboard

Tajar said: "Halleluja Lord!"

And gunned the motor of the Ford

Till the rebuilt engine roared and roared

Now Hoppy spends most every day

Urban plannin' her heart away

And all an Old Core friend can say

Is: "Do these gingham curtains make me gay?"

No, that's not what I meant to write

Since our friend Hoppy's taken flight

We eat most each and every bite

With just a little less appetite

But we hope one day we'll see Hop again

Around a dinner table packed with nine or ten

And we'll know that is the moment when

This Dining is a Club again.