Taix

It slipped my mind to ask how to pronounce this restaurant's name when we sat down in one of its ample booths. The interior of the restaurant reminded me of the haunted house at Disneyland (what I can remember--it's been over a decade--) with its elaborate window treatments on a glass you could not see Sunset Boulevard from, and consequently, you would have no way of knowing when it turned from late afternoon into early evening--a spooky effect.

It was peopled with elderly folks and large families having Sunday supper. We ordered a half bottle of wine and S. had pork loin while I had roasted chicken. There's something nice about having soup and salad. The soup came in a lovely silver tureen that was left at our table so we could have seconds; the bleu cheese dressing tasted fresh, if bleu cheese could be described in such a way.

I rifled with my chicken, which was good, decent, and put away the starchy potatoes that had an excellent amount of spice and salt. The vegetables were overcooked. I looked around and saw patrons in velour leisure suits, gray permanent waves, elegant skirts and turtlenecks that looked new, yet reminiscent of the 70s, and plenty of eyeglasses. The bar called to me as we left, though its big screen television broadcasting football, did not. We decided on Espresso Mi Cultura for dessert.

Comments

[karrie]

You have a real talent for evoking the flavor of a place, Wendy. The strange glass, the leisure suits, the football, the overcooked vegetables ... these details say it all.