Food and Wine Journal: Easter Weekend in LA — Saturday
I didn’t want to risk oversleeping and missing my flight, so I stayed awake since the day before until I boarded my 5:40 AM flight to Los Angeles. I dressed comfortably in my comfort travel ensemble – J. Crew sweater and stadium pants and Cole Haan shoes. I didn’t bring favorite wines in my luggage, so I could just hop in and out of the plane with my carry on.
I used to travel tremendously for work, and although I miss having elite flight and hotel status, I do not miss living off my suitcase. Now, when I travel, it is purely for leisure, and it is always a treat seeing a familiar friend, the leaping Red Rabbit of Terminal B. I had eight Southwest Airlines drink coupons in my wallet, but I didn’t have even one sip of on-board libations; It was too early for me to drink, and my focus was to get a quick plane nap, as soon as I sat down, anyway.
My plane landed a few minutes earlier than scheduled, so I got in a long line to Starbucks. I debated if I should skip the coffee and get some sleep after being picked-up, but I didn’t want to be so lethargic. I mean, what if I meet a cute military personnel while I’m waiting 1; I didn’t want to be too dull to engage in conversation. So Venti Triple Caramel Machiatto it was! 20 minutes after, I was sipping on my latte. Whether it was the latte, my magnetic charisma, or just pure serendipity, I did meet a cute and really nice Air Force (and physical trainer) guy 2 while we were both waiting for our rides.
Before noon, and after a quick music rehearsal 3, we were at my Aunt’s surprise 50th Birthday celebration. It was a lovely bright corner banquet room, and the white linen magnified the stream of light flowing through the panoramic windows; It was the restaurant’s most scenic banquet room. While waiting for the celebrant, my brother-in-law ordered a carafe of red wine sangria for half 4 of our table. During the gluttonous lunch, my cousin ordered a bottle of a Coppola red blend, which I didn’t get to photo-document. But here’s the sangria:
Vanity Fair spread.
After the party, my sister and I decided we needed some spa time; so to a local Asian spa we went for some mani-pedi and massage. I was starting to get casting calls as Frodo Baggins’ feet double, so this foot spa time was really needed. The ladies took care of me really well:
Then it was Easter Vigil Dinner at Fleming’s. My sister was in charge of the festivities itinerary, but she didn’t make reservations. So at like, 4:00 PM, after the nail spa, I was on a mission to find a table. Our usual Beverly Hills location didn’t have openings until 10:00 PM, so I got an 8:45 PM table at a semi-private section at the LA Live location.
We normally start with Prosecco or Cava, but I decided to switch our welcome wine to a New Zealand Sparkling Rose. It was a good shift, and paired well with the bread and first course (salad). Here are some tasting notes.
Then it was time to for a meal red, and since we all ordered steaks, I decided on a Tom Gore Sonoma County Cabernet Sauvignon. It was the best value for a good, approachable wine.
For dessert, I deviated from the popular lava cake and ordered creme brulee, instead. It was a delicious deviation from the norm.