Mommy, Where's Yummy?

Sunday the kids along with Angele, Hilary, John and I went to church. (Kenny stayed home to put some finishing touches on his book.) Henry wanted to go and as this is the beginning of Lent and he's about to make his first communion I thought it was a grand idea. Taking Rhys along was just a test to see if he would sit still enough for an hour long mass. We were all quite astounded. He was really pretty well behaved fidgeting a bit but did not cause a major scene. It seemed we had cleared a huge hurdle. Upon returning to our pew after receiving a blessing Rhys turned to me and asked, "Hey Mommy, where's yummy?" Here are some pictures we took afterwards at the park.


I spent much of the day before spring cleaning. When evening rolled by I was really tired, but we somehow pulled ourselves together to attend Jen's Valentine's Day Party at Salon Amba! We were fashionably late after dropping the boys off at Angele's. Boy was it a spectacular spectacular!



Afterwards we didn't feel very much like heading straight back to Angele's so we made a detour for some noodles. What I was really craving was Vietnamese noodles specifically at this cute little place called Le Saigon on Santa Monica Bl, but instead we drove up Sawtelle. It was pretty late and we just meandered looking for something that was still open, unfortunately most of the noodle places were closed on the block closer to Olympic.

We went into a strip mall and there saw this tiny little place called Crepes to Go. (For a giggle you've got to click on this link to read the reviews of the place, unfortunately I did not meet the guy.) There were all kinds of signs pinned up to the front of the entrance. The menu was accompanied by large snapshots of the crepes available, both sweet and savory. We took a peek into the shop and saw that it was the size of a very tiny walk in closet! The crowning touch was this sign detailing how you should order... as in follow the directions or it's "NO Crepe for YOU!" Despite the full tables and the really tasty looking crepes we walked on because I was just craving noodles.

Driving back up Sawtelle towards Santa Monica Bl. we noticed a noodle house open. It was in the same spot where a while back housed one of our all time favorite Italian restaurants. This place was absolutely divine and we were so sad to see it close down. This noodle house is called Chabuya Tokyo Noodle Bar and it was kind of strange sitting there waiting for our order to appear while recalling all the previous delectable Italian meals consumed in the same spot years ago.

While waiting we had the absolute horror of having to sit next to another couple who were on what seemed their first date. It was very uncomfortable to say the least especially seeing as it was near closing and there were only a handful of customers in the place and we were just sitting way too close to them. We soldiered through the meal being very conscious of our conversation because we could not help but overhear EVERY word they uttered! The conversation sounded like a really cheese ball romantic comedy easily starring Owen Wilson and Kate Hudson. It only turned interesting and cringe free when he suggested they walk down the street to the crepe place for dessert. He told her about the list of instructions on how to order and described how the guy who owns the crepe shop was just like the Soup Nazi. "No Crepe for YOU!"

PS Sending out good thoughts and prayers to Muni for a full and speedy recovery from her surgery this morning.