Carribean food with a Vaguely Indian Name

So, I just lunched at Cosmo Street Editorial with the lovely women of Shortlist Reps. We had Babaloo, which is not a character from the jungle book but rather a Caribbean food place somewhere in the Santa Monica area. Everything was delicious, I would especially recommend the Ahi Tuna Sandwich, which has that weird Ahi Tuna taste that you don't quite understand but you know it's good because your uppity friends told you that that is the mark of good Ahi Tuna. Don't shake your head, you know exactly what I mean.

The real winners here though are aficionados of canned beverages. There are two refrigerators dedicated to soft drinks and they have anything you could ever want. I had a Hawaiian Punch for the first time since I was seven (my mom stopped letting me have them after I drank a whole jug and then ran through a wall, only to return 3 days later in tattered clothes mumbling about running with the wolves and demanding more Red Goodness). The selection is mind blowing; any soft drink you've ever wanted, including three sodas that are banned in the states.

All in all, I give the dining experience at Cosmo Street / Shortlist a big thumbs up. The food was wonderful, but it really doesn't matter: I would eat a piece of wood if I could chase it down with Hawaiian Punch. Now if you'll excuse me, I think I just saw one of the editor's kids take the last HP; I'm going to steal it right out of his little hand, grab his Big Wheel Tricycle, and make my break for it.

Old White People Foods

Okay, so I was encouraged to do this after the number I did on a meat and cheese tray at Ravenswork in Venice. Wonderful people, great sound engineers, and a great breakfast. But that's for another day, today we're discussing the lovely old white people foods that were just delivered.

Cheese + Meat + Bread = Sandwich. Old white people don't like sandwiches. You eat them with your hands and they remind them of construction workers. So what do you do? Substitute crackers for bread and you have a platter. Old white people love platters. They also love grapes and cashews and little chessmen cookies, which we were treated to as well. A wonderful spread delivered and prepared by some wonderful people, all in all I give it a great review.

The Maiden Voyage...

Allright people, I eat a lot, and I've decided to put that knowledge to good use and write a little bit about all that food. More specifically, I'll be reviewing the selections offered at various locations associated with the ad industry. First, a few ground rules:

Don't get mad at me. Everything I eat is absolutely delicious, it's just that some of it is more delicious than all the other stuff. It's not my fault if you're the Hillary Clinton of advertising food: you're still great, it's just that you aren't Barack Obama. And if you are the Hilldog of Ad food, maybe you should be nicer and less like a robot.

For the time being, there will be no official rating system, although I guess I'm open to suggestions.

As much as I've appreciated all the food I've eaten over the past year or so, the reviewing starts now. There will be no retroactive food reviews. I'm treating this much like eating: it happens and it's done. I'm not a bird; nothing is getting regurgitated.

I think I legally have to say that the views expressed herein in no way represent those of my boss, my employer, my mother, my father, your mother, your father, or William H. Macy. However, since we know William H. is a big fan, we'd like to remind everyone that the deluxe edition of "Wild Hogs" is out on DVD soon.

So here goes nothing, I'm officially a douchebag with a blog now.