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One of the few things I miss about New York is the ability to get anything you want, anytime, anywhere. That need for instant gratification was actually part of my motivation to leave, since it made me outrageously impatient anytime I couldn't get my way. But surely it wouldn't be too hard to find a decent salad bar in LA, right?
Wrong. Apparently I WAS spoiled, having make-your-own salad bars populating every corner of Manhattan. There were the slim-pickin's salad bars at the Korean delis that served iceberg lettuce, leftover tomato slices from the sandwich counter, slops of tuna, and whatever else the manager could find and charge $5/pound for. Then there were the salad bars which offered more and better choices of things one might actually put in a salad, although these were still sometimes the subject of TV news investigations and once in a while made the papers for having traces of salmonella, rat droppings, or worse. One time I saw video footage of someone actually urinating in the cucumber/onion marinade. Yummy.
But what I truly miss (because let's face it - I never ate at those crappy places) were the "toss your own salad" bars, which is actually kind of misleading, since the beauty is that they toss it for you! For $5.95, you can choose among radiccio, spinach, or mixed greens, over 20 meat/cheese/vegetable/pasta/legume toppings, and then - this is the best part - they toss the salad with the dressing right there in front of you. You get well-rounded bites each time (no more digging to get to the good stuff) and every single delicious item of your choosing is perfectly dressed. Such a simple concept, so easy to execute, yet not found anywhere in Los Angeles.
I thought this was the healthiest food capital of the world. Didn't we invent tofu? Don't we have a governator that won some body contests once upon a time when tofu was being invented? Don't we produce more red wine than any other state in the country? And don't we have stick thin actresses walking around as a testament to all the healthy food we offer? Oh. What? They don't eat? Well, maybe if LA had salad bars like New York we wouldn't all be idolizing Mischa Barton.
Wrong. Apparently I WAS spoiled, having make-your-own salad bars populating every corner of Manhattan. There were the slim-pickin's salad bars at the Korean delis that served iceberg lettuce, leftover tomato slices from the sandwich counter, slops of tuna, and whatever else the manager could find and charge $5/pound for. Then there were the salad bars which offered more and better choices of things one might actually put in a salad, although these were still sometimes the subject of TV news investigations and once in a while made the papers for having traces of salmonella, rat droppings, or worse. One time I saw video footage of someone actually urinating in the cucumber/onion marinade. Yummy.
But what I truly miss (because let's face it - I never ate at those crappy places) were the "toss your own salad" bars, which is actually kind of misleading, since the beauty is that they toss it for you! For $5.95, you can choose among radiccio, spinach, or mixed greens, over 20 meat/cheese/vegetable/pasta/legume toppings, and then - this is the best part - they toss the salad with the dressing right there in front of you. You get well-rounded bites each time (no more digging to get to the good stuff) and every single delicious item of your choosing is perfectly dressed. Such a simple concept, so easy to execute, yet not found anywhere in Los Angeles.
I thought this was the healthiest food capital of the world. Didn't we invent tofu? Don't we have a governator that won some body contests once upon a time when tofu was being invented? Don't we produce more red wine than any other state in the country? And don't we have stick thin actresses walking around as a testament to all the healthy food we offer? Oh. What? They don't eat? Well, maybe if LA had salad bars like New York we wouldn't all be idolizing Mischa Barton.
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