So one of my favorite walking-distance restaurants is No Place Like Home – the food is good-not-great, but it’s cheaper than The Alcove (which I won’t link to because of its horrid auto-play music), and with its courtyard fountain filled with plastic toy dinosaurs, it’s got a great ambiance. The only problem? Smokers.
Now, I know, all the smokers out there are going to hate me for this.”If you don’t like it, don’t go there! It’s that simple!” they’ll shout, probably in all caps. “Reason magazine agrees with me! So do Penn and Teller!” But there’s nothing worse that eating club sandwich through a haze of nicotine smoke. And if all the restaurants in LA wanted to go ahead and ban smoking from their outdoor patios, that would be just fine with me.
And it looks like the city council agrees with me. As of next year, smoking will no longer be allowed in places like No Place Like Home’s courtyard, Fred 62’s sidewalk tables, or the House of Pies’s patio. And in a coup for non-smokers, another safe zone: A 40-foot radius around any food truck.
I have a feeling that last one will see about as much enforcement as the no-cell-phones-while driving rule does, but hey, it’s the thought that counts. And it’ll be a hell of a lot nicer to walk through Los Feliz village without having to pass through cloying wisps of Camel-stank. Thank you, city council.