Fake Chicks

Our visiting friends from Chicago got on a plane this morning and headed back to the cold-ass weather. Better them than me. While they were here they drove around a lot and tried to see what LA was all about. For their last night we decided to hit the west side and took them to eat at The Newsroom (120 North Robertson Blvd). It’s a damn good place to go with a gang of friends because in addition to their many tasty vegan options, they also serve the real deal. I got the faux BBQ chicken drumsticks, and he got the real chicken sandwich. You get the idea. That was the third time I’d been there and it’s been amazing every time.

Speaking of Faux, what sucks donkey kong is that when I used to work at Playboy I spent hours having coffee every day at the Starbucks located about 3 stores away and never knew this place existed. I used to buy “lunch” at a grocery store around the corner or if I was really daring at a sandwich shop down the street, little did I know some of the best vegan dishes in LA were just a few feet from me. Other things I did while working at the Beverly Hills Playboy office included spending hours checking out the furniture in all the shops right there on Beverly & Robertson and watching a lot of movies at the Beverly Center which was just within walking distance to the office. That, and a lot of photoshopping.

2 thoughts on “Fake Chicks”

  1. yes, newsroom is tasty..there’s another one in santa monica…good gawking spot for minor celebrities taking a shopping break too…

  2. Once upon a time (another lifetime ago), I worked in that complex where Newsroom/Storyopolis is.

    For meetings, we’d either go across the street to the Ivy or around the corner to Chaya, but my preferred everyday meal is from the hot dog cart out front. Every so often when I pass by and see his cart, I’ll still stop by and get a turkey dog with my favorite fixings… for old times sake.

    I think he serves tofudogs, too.

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