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Philippe The Original Restaurant

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Musically LA

LA Philharmonic Tickets for Less Than $15: True!

The T0yota Symphonies for Youth series is the perfect way to expose children to the greatness that is the LA Philharmonic without paying typical LA Phil prices. At less than $15 per ticket (usually $12 or so), children can not only participate in craft events before concerts, but they can sit in the audience & wach the LA Phil perform w/ a dynamic theatrical show that introduces kids to classical composers. Most performances are at the Walt Disney Concert Hall.

(Information below is courtesy of the LA Phil website.)

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Saturday, April 30, 2011, 11:00AM
Walt Disney Concert Hall (Map/Directions)
111 South Grand Avenue
Los Angeles, CA 90012
323.850.2000


Other Performances:
Saturday, April 23, 2011, 11:00AM (Toyota Symphonies for Youth)

Artists:
Los Angeles Philharmonic
David Afkham, conductor

LA Freebies

Los Angeles FREE Museum Days

(Courtesy of ExperienceLA.com)
Arboretum of Los Angeles County
301 N. Baldwin Ave., Arcadia
(626) 821-3222
Free: 3rd Tuesday of the month, 9 a.m.-4:30 p.m.
Autry Museum of Western Heritage
4700 Western Heritage Way, Griffith Park
(323) 667-2000
Free: 2nd Tuesday of the month, check museum for seasonal hours.
California Science Center
700 State Drive. Los Angeles , 90037
(323) 724 – 3623
Free: Everyday!
Corita Art Center
5515 Franklin Avenue Los Angeles, CA 90028
(323) 466-2157 ext 21
Free: Everyday! Musuem is open M-F 10-4 (except W 10-3) and one Saturday a month.
Craft and Folk Art Museum
5814 Wilshire Blvd., Los Angeles
(323) 937-4230
Free: 1st Wednesday of the month, 11 a.m.-5 p.m.
Getty Center
1200 Getty Center Drive, Los Angeles , 90049
(310) 440 – 7300
Free: Everyday!
Huntington Library
1151 Oxford Road, San Marino
(626) 405-2141
Free: 1st Thursday of the month, noon-4:30 p.m.
Japanese American National Museum
369 1st St., Los Angeles
(213) 625-0414
Free: Thursday, 5-8 p.m.; 3rd Thursday of the month, 10 a.m.-8 p.m.
Kidspace Children’s Museum
Brookside Park
480 N. Arroyo Blvd, Pasadena
(626) 449-9144
Free: 1st Tuesday evening of the month, 5-8 p.m.
Long Beach Museum of Art
2300 E. Ocean Blvd., Long Beach
(562) 439-2119
Free: 1st Friday of the month, 11 a.m.-5 p.m.
L.A. County Museum of Art (LACMA)
5905 Wilshire Blvd., Los Angeles
(323) 857-6000
Free: After 5 pm and the second Tuesday of each month, General Admission to the Galleries is free to all.
Museum of Contemporary Art (MOCA)
250 S. Grand Ave., Los Angeles
(213) 626-6222
Free: Thursdays, 5:00-8:00pm
MOCA at the Geffen Contemporary
152 North Central Ave, Los Angeles 90013
(213) 626-6222
Free: Thursday evenings
Museum of Jurassic Technology
9341 Venice Blvd., Culver City
(310) 836-6131
Free: after 7:45 p.m. Thursday, after 5:45 p.m. Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Museum of Latin American Art (MOLAA)
628 Alamitos Ave. Long Beach , 90802
562 / 437 – 1689
Free: Every Friday.
Museum of Neon Art (MONA)
136 W. 4th Street, Los Angeles, 90013
(213) 489-9918
Free: 2nd Thursday of the month, 5-8 p.m.
Museum of Television and Radio
465 N. Beverly Drive, Beverly Hills , 90210
(310) 786 – 1000
Free: Everyday!
Natural History Museum of Los Angeles County
900 Exposition Blvd., Los Angeles
(213) 763-3466
Free: 1st Tuesday of the month, 9:30 a.m.-5 p.m.
Norton Simon Museum
411 W. Colorado Blvd. Pasadena
(626)449-6840
Free: 1st Friday of every month from 6-9p.m.
Pacific Asia Museum
46 N. Los Robles Ave., Pasadena
(626) 449-2742
Free: 4th Friday of the month, 10 a.m.-5 p.m.
Page Museum at La Brea Tar Pits
5801 Wilshire Blvd., Los Angeles
(323) 934-7243
Free: 1st Tuesday of the month, 10 a.m.-4:30 p.m.
UCLA Fowler Museum of Cultural History
UCLA Campus, Westwood
(310) 825-4361
Free: Everyday!
UCLA Hammer Museum
10899 Wilshire Blvd., Westwood
(310) 443-7000
Free: Every Thursday
USC Fisher Gallery
823 Exposition Blvd.,. Los Angeles
(213) 740-4561
Free: Tuesday-Saturday, 12 noon to 5 p.m.

StairPower

Los Angeles: Mid-City
Baldwin Hills Scenic Overlook
6300 Hetzler Rd
Culver City, CA 90232

…It took me weeks just to catch my breath, so I could write this BTW… For over seventeen years, off and on, I have been doing the 189 burn-inducing Santa Monica stairs; then someone challenged me to do the Baldwin Hills stairs, and it was “on”.

I started exercising at the Hills stairs with two of the 375-foot climbs and a power down the narrow and dusty trail. A year later, I find my usual 10 reps too easy, and I am almost badonkadonk-free.

While many laud the alleged view at the top of the Hills stairs, most who’ve exercised at Runyon Canyon or Griffith Park would object to the term “great view” often misapplied to the Hills. In fact, the panorama is soured by the immediate area: Culver City’s industrial warehouse cluster. On most days, there is a smoky view of buildings set in front of a barely discernable backdrop of the LA Mountains, whereas the Canyon and Griffith offer a landscape of unfettered green that boldly emerges and seeks the sun. There is zero redemption in the Hills’ close-range view of factories and tow yards. But the Hills stairs promise something other than the rest: a hike that produces immediate results beyond any workout I have known or imagined.

After less than a month post-start, I dropped almost three dress sizes, and I remained initially committed to having my slice of Village Pizzeria’s unmatched pizza every other day. I didn’t just lose inches; I gained muscle tone at an astonishing rate as cellulite literally vanished from my thighs.

Beyond the burn, the Hills’ stairs themselves are picturesque as they each perch before you with the jagged appearance of ancient stones. All along the sides of the concrete slabs, wild yellows, whites, purples, and pinks crowd. Buried beneath the plant-life are nocturnal beings & groundlings, making their presence known while rarely being seen. Pitch-black beetles step along, but their hardy exoskeletons are no match for human feet.

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Even the recklessly darting lizards cannot seem to make it past the Hills’ ascendants, who take out snails and every other life form in their paths without regard. It is this selfish behavior so prevalent at the Hills that makes me less of a fan than I would like to be. While the stairs are wide enough to accommodate several, in acts of complete self-righteousness, many just park wherever they’d like (to rest or to vomit [yes! vomit!]), such that those of us actually using the stairs have to eek by someone’s posterior spread. To say the least, Hills climbers are notorious for offensive, uncivilized behavior. But, as comedian Ron White honestly declares, “You can’t fix stupid.” But you *can* fix your badonk at the stairs if you can get past the drama.

~Kali Kross
(updated 12/28/12)

Vito’s Pizza

I may not make it far with the Yelp! crowd, but I didn’t expect to anyway since I find myself often (ok, always) at odds with the opinion plurimus populus. Of course, this willful defiance is quite purposeful, but I diverge…

Vito’s… Hmm… Let’s start with “chewy” as a description, and–the last time I recollect, which was as recently as November 2009–there was absolutely nothing “chewy” about New York pizza. Oh, where to begin? Where to begin? Oh, yes, we began with “chewy”. *NY native clutches Madison Avenue pearls*

The lure:

As I ascended the steps to my suite, I spotted a rather scrumptious fellow (Bronx Tale fantasies ran wild) with undoubtedly Italian features, wrapping up a delivery transaction with my immediate neighbor. I was compelled to ask from which company he delivered, and he was quite enthusiastic in his jovial response. He then went out of his way to get me a menu; as we struck up pleasant conversation, he lauded Vito’s Pizza as authentically New York (a challenge that always leaves me prey), and he had the New Jersey accent to back it up. I wasn’t entirely sold. New Jersey? It’s close but not close enough. Not close enough for a New Yorker who has thoroughly scoured the Village for the world’s finest pizzeria. But after two plus hours of mental anguish and Yelp! reviews and menu combing, I settled. My heart had been set by lunch time on a rival eatery, but I couldn’t take the thought of my neighbor knowing a serious NY pipeline and of me, sadly traipsing back to my usual.

(Being “out of the know” is just not an option for the uberLA. The last thing you want is to be at Le Dome and to have someone’s receptionist talking to her equally expendable friend about how she went to “____” last night, and you haven’t heard of the place. If you had heard, of course, you would be sighing or laughing or entertained or yawning or stra*gling or all. Anywho…)

So I venture to Vito’s with high hopes and a humble attitude. I mean, after the reviews I had read, I was almost certainly ready to bow down.

I pull up; there’s parking. Tuesday night but still LA. Non-competitive parking? Rarely ever. But I’m thrilled with the concept of having my choice of spaces in the city. I notice the “writer” *yawn* in front of Vito’s, the only one in 55-degree weather sitting outside, with his laptop and his pizza.

I walk in. Italian cuties galore. I’m about mid-film now. The servers and regulars were all smiles. I thought to myself, “Maybe this is real. This is it. This is Mecca.”

In fact, as I drove away, I didn’t even bother to scarf down a “test” slice as usual. I was so convicted in this pizza’s goodness that I looked forward to savoring it, so much so that I grabbed sorbet from Whole Foods as an after-treat; this was going to be an experience.

So as I’m leaving Whole Foods, I decide that I can’t delay gratification any longer and that I must sample the cheese pie I had ordered from Vito’s, and I was impressed with the immediate burst of flavor. Eureka.

And then I began to chew. And chew. And chew. And chew. And then my jaws hurt, but I was still chewing, and this wasn’t even the end-crust. New York? Seriously? I will go to my grave saying that I’ve never ever ever had “chewy” pizza in New York City. Never. Period.

The next day, I decided to give the Vito’s pie a try–cold–for breakfast. (Many of the Yelpers whined that their delivery orders were late, which left their pies cold. I would argue that they were better off having it cold anyway.) It was surprisingly delish! The chew-factor had toned down to a 3 instead of an 10, and I was much more on-board.

The beef:

While I enjoy the concept of eating righteous food in dark, chlorophyll-saturated hues, when I eat pizza, I want unadulterated pizza. Now I’m no post-trans fat New Yorker (That is not said b/c I’m pro-fat; I’m pro-freedom of choice.), but I remember folding slices and holding their pointed tips over accompanying paper plates to let the grease drip off. I even recall rubbing flat slices against plates/bags in an effort to reduce the oil on my pizza. To me, this was New York pizza: dripping grease, thick cheese, hearty yet thin crusts.¬† (I allow for greater variation in sauce.)

So how Vito’s comes close to New York, with its oil-reduced, jaw-breaking slices is beyond me. Many on Yelp! say they are from the “East Coast”, but that term is obviously useless. New York and Boston are both on the East Coast, but their pizza styles are strikingly different; so, beware, coastal claims are dubious. You know the Yelper is on the path of at least remote truth when he/she starts naming places by NYC borough, and one of these boroughs is a neighborhood in Manhattan or Brooklyn. (Anything from the Bronx requires a health inspection. Queens? For Jamaican food, yes, but we are focused on pizza here. And Long Island is hardly “the City”. LIRR’s need to go ahead and bite down on this truth.)

I also ordered the meatballs, which were flavorless and inedible. After two bites, I threw my money in the trash. Very disheartening.

I’m sticking to Vito’s top rival. But if dentures are in your horizon anyway, and you prefer eye candy with your din din… buono appetito.

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