Restaurants

The photo with the crowd of people, from the first few weeks in California, was taken in a bar called Legends. As a group of predominantly British people, we developed a good relationship with the ex-pat owner and his generosity towards the group was a unique experience.

It was self promotion, sure, yet in the UK I cannot recall being "comped" in any way whatsoever in a pub or a restaurant, this man not only bought a round of drinks for the group several times, on other occasions he covered the entire meal or provided us with basketball tickets to see the LA Clippers.

I enjoyed the array of restaurants, probably too much as my diary constantly refers to worry or comments about my weight.

Hof's Hut was a particular favourite, besides the way that the waitresses dressed, the food was enormous and good, huge onion rings, massive burgers and excellent value. The distraction in Hof's was the young ladies, they all wore sparkly tights and a prerequisite of employment must have been the length of their legs and the size of their boobs, healthy Californian girls serving unhealthy food to a learing audience.

More in the next blogs...