Burstpost 1.5: My Dinner With Café

What I Had For Dinner Last Night - by Zrath-Smiley, age 12

As I was laboriously bicycling home from work, feeling congested and tired and hungry, I thought to myself that
I should get a nice warm healthy meal into me to help fight this office I got from the air conditioning at work.
Upon reaching the corner of Olympic and Sepulveda (almost Pico And Sepulveda, almost!), I suddenly realized that
it was only a short hop and a skip away from California Chicken Café, purveyors of one of my favorite dish:
The Cobb Salad
Yes, I enjoy this more sophisticated cousin of The Chef Salad. But mine must be without olives, for I despise the
little rubbery things. Always have, always will. All olives, everywhere. I just plain don't like 'em, y'all.
I pulled to a stop and whipped out the cellphone. I buzzed the brother to advise him of my plan and to see if he
wanted anything from CalChickCafé, for I know he loves their rotisserie chicken. The phone-hogging roommate answered,
of course, and I had to convince him to interrupt his no-doubt fascinating phone conversation to talk to the sib.
(More details on the currently bizarre and kinda stressy habitation situation in a later post, probably friends-locked)
Anyway, the sib wanted something, so I memorized his order, hung up and resumed my two-wheeled trekking.
California Chicken Café is a chain of only 5 restaurants in the Los Angeles area. It's kinda look Koo Koo Roo,
except more refined. They serve rotisserie chicken parts with various sides, as well as wraps and salads.
They're closed on Sundays, oddly enough.
I arrived there about 8:30pm and ordered my usual: Cobb salad, no bell peppers, extra croutons, thousand island.
The only bread they use is pita bread, so even the croutons are pita croutons! And they're gooooood!
It was not too busy...




I had stopped on the way to grab a drink. I don't really like fountain soda because it's usually flat.
And the one at CalChickCafé was notoriously so. Here's my drink of the moment:




I grabbed a table and waited for my order patiently. Mostly patiently. Ah, who am I kidding? I was starving!
With a mighty display of self-control, I refrained from gnawing on my fingernails, or the table, or my neighbor.
Finally, at last, she was here! Her Royal Majesty Thee Most Exalted Cobb Salad!!




Aside from big chunks of chicken breast and romaine, this wonder also contains avocado (though not much), broccoli,
feta cheese (just enough for flavoring), rotelle pasta, pita croutons, shredded carrot and tomato chunks.
It's not really a traditional Cobb (no bacon, no turkey, no olives) but I love it.
Needless to say, I ate it with great relish.

Afterwards, I ordered Pascal's food and waited around for it to be ready.
I told them I needed everything to be leak-proof, so I was carrying this in my backpack.
They accomodated my needs with efficiency and professionalism.
I carefully placed the hot food in my backpack and headed home. It was a 30-minute ride back.
Eventhough it was pretty cold out, the food was still warm when I arrived home. And nothing leaked! Huzzah!
The sibling hungrily tore into his chicken. Hmmmm, yummy...

You know, it's funny how other countries see America with this reputation for cowboys and steaks and hamburgers and
beef-beef-beef, when in truth an awful lot of chicken gets consumed here! I never ate this much chicken in France!
I'm just sayin', kinda funny...


Anyway, that was a little bonus Burstpost, kinda like a Burstpost 1.5