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straight jacketI was walking along a side-street a while ago, on the way to get food from a nearby restaurant. The streets around Hollywood were closed off due to a parade, and there were cars parked and people wandering everywhere. It was early evening, just starting to get dark.

As I was walking, I heard someone talking a close distance behind me. I tried to ignore it. Then I realized they were repeating themselves over and over again.

It was a girl’s voice, and she was saying “He can’t say that to me. He can’t say that to me. He can’t say that to me.”

Then a car drove by. The girl’s voice stopped for a second, then started up again: “That car almost hit me. That car almost hit me. That car almost hit me.” (We were both on the sidewalk, well out of reach of any cars.)

I glanced over my shoulder to catch a glimpse of this strange person. She looked like a homeless girl, walking by herself and carrying a ragged backpack. She noticed me and asked if I had a cigarette. “Sorry, don’t smoke,” I said.

“You’re gay. You’re gay. You’re gay…”

Uh, sure, I’ll just keep walking like before…

Then she changed her outgoing message again. “I’m crazy. I’m crazy. I’m crazy.”

Right you are.

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ahi tuna burgerWhen Moses came down from the mountain, he brought with him the stone tablets containing the strict, new rule system for everyone to follow. And he knew people would be upset. So, unmentioned in the scriptures, he brought something else with him to help make everyone feel better.

It was an ahi tuna burger. I’m not exaggerating at all. Ask any Sunday school teacher. The ahi tuna burger, despite being created by Eastern-themed restaurant Buddha’s Belly and thus having little or nothing to do with Western religion, is more or less a gift from God, sent to pacify the masses and give them refuge from the stress and perils of the world. And it does its job well.

This morsel of divine ambrosia (ok, it’s a tuna patty) envelops tiny hints of ginger, corn and other tasty ingredients. It sits on a buttery Hawaiian bun under two thick tomato slices, a few leaves of crispy lettuce, a large (but never large enough) chuck of avocado, sweet teriyaki sauce, and a nice layer of the restaurant’s spicy mayo, which is akin to the type you find in a sushi place. And if this combo isn’t holy enough, it comes with a golden heap of sweet potato fries, complete with a side of that spicy mayo for dipping.

If you can resist this godly entity of food pleasure, you should seriously consider leading a life of servitude, perhaps in a monastery in the Alpines. Because this, by our carefully reasoned logic, is without a doubt the best burger in Los Angeles.

Do you know of a better one? We dare you. Introduce us to it in the comments below!

martiniThis is the official blog of TryOurLA, the amazing, genius-run Los Angeles Web guide steadily taking over the Internet.

On the pages of this blog you’ll find out about delicious entrees at some of our favorite restaurants, discover sweet drinks at some of our favorite bars, hear funny stories from (or about) our awesome friends, or read about our uber-exciting road trips, which are filled with adventure, intrigue and occasional road rage.

This being the first post, there’s not much here yet. But hang on, we’ll be pestering you with new posts to read before long.

Until then, cheers!

Peter & Lana
TryOurLA