Beeps is one of many cooked-to-order fast food places, not just in the Valley but in L.A. generally. The menu is enormous, with everything from hot dogs to burritos.
With that many options, naturally Mr. Sandwich and I each had a chili cheese dog, and split a large order of fries. The verdict? The chili cheese dog was okay, but not amazing (it could have used more chili, which I almost never say), and we should have ordered a smaller portion of fries. Why? The fries were quite good, but a large is enormous. We could have been happy splitting a smaller order–and I say this as someone who loves potatoes so much that she once gave them up for Lent. Mr. Sandwich found his chocolate shake to be quite creamy, and I enjoyed my black cherry shake–although again, I would have been happy with a smaller size.
Beeps also serves breakfast. Since I have yet to find a good breakfast diner, I’d go back and see how the pancakes are. Hmm . . . there’s a three-day weekend coming up . . .
Starbucks has a new line of tea drinks available in their stores. There are a couple of infusions (not sure what this means in Starbucksian) and three different tea lattes. I haven’t tried the black tea latte yet, but I have tried the others.
Today I’m drinking the Vanilla Rooibos tea latte, and I’m underwhelmed. It’s caffeine-free, which I wouldn’t have ordered if there had been a description in the store, (online, I see that it is a botanical blended with vanilla and spices) and it’s very fruity in an indefinable, fruit-punchy way. I’m sure there are plenty of people who love it, but I’m not among them.
My preferred choice, which I’ve had twice, is the London Fog tea latte. First of all, there’s the name. It’s really the perfect name for a tea latte, don’t you think? Also it’s made with Earl Grey tea, which is one of my standbys.
I’ve been in a tea mood lately, so I’m glad that there are some new options to play around with. But I’m going to skip that rooibos in the future. I can’t pronounce it anyhow.
Joey Fatone is asking for some.
Hate Cameron Diaz’s dress, as usual. But her shoes are cute.
Yesterday I went shopping and saw a dress that had an oddly prominent zipper, as if it had been put in inside out (it had not). Today Renee Zellweger is wearing a dress with a similarly odd zipper (shiny gold, against a black gown). This is not a good trend.
I refuse to learn who the Jonas Brothers are.
Joey Fatone is yelling at Cameron Diaz. He wonders why she’s not listening to him. I am not wondering.
“It’s been an amazing, amazing movie. I don’t really understand…could you tell us what the film’s about?” Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Joey Fatone!
“Okay, I’m here with Debra Mess…Debra Metsing…and I was just telling her ‘I want to be you in another life.’ I do,” says Lisa Rinna.
America Ferrara always looks fantastic. I love the dresses she picks for award shows. And Salma Hayek–well, she’s Salma Hayek. That pale beige shade is a little boring, though, even if the dress itself is lovely.
Rita Wilson is shiny!
Joey and Lisa are talking to each other. So I guess we’re done.
Sadly for him, both Brad and Angelina are ignoring him right now.
Giuliana Rancic is asking about New Year’s resolutions and reading.
Poor Ryan. Brad and Angelina went in without talking to him. Apparently the show is about to start, or at least that’s how Ryan is covering face.
Penelope Cruz is talking to Ryan. Tom Cruise is getting out of the limo, I think with his mom. This could be awkward!
Seriously, he looks strained as he tries to be light and polite.
Mickey Rourke looks…I don’t know what to say.
Is that January Jones in the pale blue dress with pleats across the bodice? It’s a gorgeous dress, whoever is wearing it.
Kristin Scott Thomas does not know who Joey Fatone is or why she’s talking to him, and she really can’t be bothered. I can’t blame her.
I haven’t seen all of Marisa Tomei’s dress, but the top is great and totally unlike everyone else’s gown. Also, Sandra Bullock can really wear cream–although I want to see the entire dress.
Another commercial break.
I think this is a question worth asking. Because I saw her on The Daily Show, and in addition to her ridiculous delusions of political importance, (You know how you can tell you aren’t being silenced by the government? When you can go on TV and talk about how you’re afraid of being silenced by the government. But I digress.) she seemed a little disoriented and slurry. Right now, on the Golden Globes, she gave the same impression. Mind you, for all I know she doesn’t drink at all. But her behavior is noticeable.
I’m watching the red carpet shows, and in general the clothes seem pretty good. I just saw Amy Adams (who I saw yesterday morning in real life, and let me tell you, just walking by, she’s enchanting), and I love her leaf earrings. And while normally I’m tired of black evening gowns, hers looked gorgeous.
Anna Paquin is talking to Ryan Seacrest. She doesn’t seem to have become more articulate since her Oscar speech for The Piano.
Christina Applegate is lovely in yellow. Elizabeth Banks is wearing a very pretty dress in a shade that is much too close to the color of her skin.
Apparently Lorraine Schwartz designs all of the jewelry in the world.
I keep switching between the two red carpet shows, trying to figure out which duo is worse: Lisa Rinna and Joey Fatone, or Giuliana Rancic and Ryan Seacrest. It’s a close call, but I may have bad news for Lisa and Joey.
You know what I hate? The way they keep outlining the actresses with that on-screen pen they use to diagram football plays. There’s something really creepy about tracing bodies with that pen. And a bit misogynist, since I haven’t seen them trace any of the men yet.
Maggie Gyllenhaal is very politely telling Ryan Seacrest to stop asking about Heath Ledger. Good for her.
Drew Barrymore’s hair is enormous. It seems to have escaped form the mid-1980s. Jessica Lange seems very nervous.
After a not terribly strenuous day of shopping, one of my friends and I wound up at RockSugar, a “Pan Asian Kitchen.”
What is Pan Asian, you ask? A bunch of stuff. The strongest influence on the menu was Thai, but there were other flavors in the mix. The decor (gorgeous colors accented by carving) was a blend of Thai and Indian, with a touch of Chinese thrown in.
We split two appetizers–Chicken Samosas and Bang Bang Chicken–and an order of green beans and asparagus in black bean sauce. I liked everything, although I’m not sure any one dish was particularly distinctive. Still, each dish was tasty, and I’d be open to a return visit. I’d also be open to dessert–there are several intriguing options.
Mr. Sandwich and I are sitting on the couch, as we do. Each of us leans against one end so that both of us can stretch out. It’s cozy and good.
Just now, he has fallen asleep in front of The Colbert Report. I’d get up, but he’s holding my ankle in one hand and I don’t want to disturb him. It’s been a busy week. We both need whatever sleep we can get.
I’ve spent a fair amount of time on the couch this week; I stayed home sick yesterday and came home at lunchtime today. And although I’d rather feel well, the result is that I’ve been able to spend some time doing one of my favorite things: sitting on the couch and reading magazines.
It’s even better now that we have a bay window. That meant that I was also able to sit on the couch, look out the window, and watch the wind blow through the trees. It was a very windy afternoon. I’m mildly curious about what was thumping on the roof every now and then, but apparently I wasn’t curious enough at the time to see if I could spot anything.
So the combination of couch, husband, magazines, TV, view, and a cup of tea (there was also tea this afternoon) is a pretty tough combination to beat. It may not be dramatic, but it sure is good.
Okay, I’m going to post something here that’s a little hard to fathom.
I’m watching Courtney Cox on Scrubs, and thinking, “Heather Graham did a better job of figuring out the comedy rhythm of this show.”
Have you been wondering where to find it? Well, apparently you have some options.
Big Mama’s and Papa’s Pizzeria has about 20 locations, with more coming soon in southern California and even New York.
We did not order the world’s largest pizza. It’s 36 inches across, and that’s a lot of pizza. Mr. Sandwich had his usual pepperoni-and-Canadian-bacon calzone (this is also our usual pizza when we order together) and I had the smallest Hawaiian pizza they could make. It turned out to be a 10-inch pizza, which is a lot of personal pizza. I guess that’s only to be expected from the home of the world’s largest pizza.
But how was it? I can’t say it was the most amazing pizza ever–I still miss The Coop–but it was pretty good. I’d order from there again, although none of the locations are particularly close by, and they seem to charge for delivery.