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Editor’s Note: With regret, we report that Bree Crocetti, our prized restaurant critic, no longer will be able to contribute weekly reviews under the banner “Real Food for Thought” because of an accelerated work schedule. Ms. Crocetti tells us that she will write on an occasional basis, as her busy life allows. In the meantime, as she would say

Editor’s Note: Just because one of the truly gifted food mavens on the Westside, our columnist, is ailing today, there is no need to miss her extraordinary insights into the dining emporiums of Los Angeles. As Ms. Crocetti herself says each Thursday:

I think I have a junk food hangover. Beignets and coffee for breakfast, churro for mid-morning snack, corn dog and soda for lunch… Yes, I was at Disneyland.

In Mar Vista, right across the street from Casa Sanchez, in a neighborhood of taquerias, lawn mower shops and bail bondsmen, is this little gem called LA Vegan.

When a friend generously offered to take me to lunch, I quickly chose the new and highly anticipated Anisette Brasserie.

Anisette Brasserie is really a stunning restaurant. High, tin-tiled ceilings, tile floors, long bar with oysters and spirits on display, it is beautiful, and enjoyable to look at.

Editor’s Note: Bree Ceocetti, our popular restaurant reviewer , is away this week. Her “Real Food for Thought” essay will be resumed upon her return. Meanwhile, you may find earlier reviews in our archs, or:

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On the way home from downtown Los Angeles, where we saw this cool, yet mondo bizzaro performance troupe called Strange Fruit Swoon, we stopped for a quick lunch at the Let’s Be Frank hotdog truck parked in the Helms Bakery complex, across from Father’s Office.

As soon as the staff meeting broke, my friends and I were the first to take seats at the bar at the brand-spanking-new Rush Street in Downtown Culver City (along with faithful http://triplecreme.blogspot.com/ readers Jessica and Andrew).

When my friend was attending grad school in Riverside, Sevilla was one of her favorite haunts.

When I would visit her, we always dined there, upstairs in the bar, loading up on tapas and wine, while listening to some Flamenco guitar. A fellow Riverside grad was in town, and itching for some of their alioli and sangria, so we went to Sevilla, but opted for the closer locale in Long Beach.

Bree Crocetti’s weekly restaurant review , which usually appears in the Thursday edition, will be resumed next week. In the meantime, check out my blog.


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