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Today’s lovely weather reminded me of the great weather we enjoyed a few Saturdays ago—not too cold and not too hot. It was perfect for a birthday picnic in Griffith Park. I’d been to Griffith Park to see free ISC Shakespeare in the summer, and had even visited the Observatory way back in high school when I first moved to California, but I’d never really come to enjoy it as just a park—a place for people to gather and enjoy spending time outdoors. Amidst the piles of food were cupcakes from Frosted Cupcakery, and they were absolutely awesome. I had the red velvet one, but there were also chocolate and salted caramel versions. They were minis, so I didn’t feel too badly about eating two of them. Just being outside must surely count as some form of exercise.
After hours of lounging on the picnic tables, we oohed and aahed as the birthday girl opened all her presents. As darkness fell, we packed up and headed to nearby Bigfoot Lodge. When you enter the bar, you have the sense that they used the same decorator that Disney did for Frontierland. But after a while, you start to think that it’s just a bit cooler than the kitschy Old West cartoon village; that the bar is in on the joke, and is, perhaps, even the one making the joke. The result? You feel like you’re in a quirky bar in the quirky/cool neighborhood of Los Feliz. Appropriately then, the drinks all bear themed names. I had the Girl Scout Cookie, a martini based off of the Thin Mint cookie by the eponymous organization. It does, in fact, taste exactly like a Thin Mint, only with the more grown-up bite of alcohol. My sister ordered a Sasquatch, which tasted like it was 200% alcohol. Like if you were actually confronted by the mythical creature, the purpose of that drink is to make you faint. Giving up after a few swallows, my sister ordered a Toasted Marshmallow, which was tasty and accented by a . . . toasted marshmallow (kind of obvious, that).
And because no self-respecting night of drinking ends without a case of the munchies, we headed to House of Pies. The patty melt I ordered was good, not spectacular, but the peanut butter cream pie was fantastic. I don’t really consider myself a pie girl, but you can’t go to the House of Pies and not get a slice of pie. And that peanut butter pie might have just converted me.
After a day and night of gallivanting around Los Feliz, the sight of my bed in the wee hours of the morning was welcome. Dreaming dreams of Sasquatches and pie, I drifted off into oblivion.
