Call me Type A

When I was younger, I didn't like change.  I liked to stick with what I knew, because that was what always seemed right.  What was comfortable to me.  Whenever my family suggested going somewhere new for vacation, or simply trying out a new restaurant, I always resisted.  I just really wanted to go to Plaza Garcia, the family mexican restaurant up the street from our house.  Even though I did enjoy the spontaneous trips we took to the Galapagos and trying out new restaurants in downtown Seattle, I still insisted the old way was the better way (even when I knew I was wrong).  My opposition to try anything new designated me as the "picky eater" of the family.  I was far from picky, compared to my elementary school friends who refused to eat anything but PB&J, chicken fingers, and french fries.  I did try new foods, and enjoyed them, I still just liked eating food I knew was good.

Eating my first Oreo.
I've always had a sweet tooth.

Part of my critical taste I blame on my mother.  As a amazing chef, a delicious, healthy, and full meal was put on the table every night of the week (besides the days we did decide to go out, or when I convinced the Pinczower clan to go to Plaza Garcia one more time).  Little did I know that her superb cooking every night was something I began to take for granted.  Because 99% of the time the meals were healthy, I would jump on the opportunity to eat pizza at my friends house whenever given the chance.  Now, after living out of the house for almost a year and a half, and being forced to eat in the vile dining halls, my attitude towards a good healthy meal has completely changed. Now, when visiting home, I would rather eat with my family, and then catch up with my friends for just the movie at one of their houses afterwards.  I now know that I would eat my mom's baby lamb chops and cucumber salad any day of the week over some greasy costco pizza and a box of dryers ice cream.  You can drool over some of her delicious home cooked meals here: http://gailsgalley.blogspot.com/.  After years of eating perfectly cooked chicken marsala and a carrot cake you will die for, I unknowingly became a food snob.

Now my "Type A Appetite" has nothing to do with being "picky".  I will try almost anything you put on a plate in front of me (as long as it is somewhat kosher... and nontoxic looking).  Especially with the amount that I work out as a D1 diver at USC, I'm always up for eating.  What I will not waste my time and tastebuds on is food that is not appetizing, high quality, or somewhat distinctive.

Since moving to the vibrant city of Los Angeles, I have spent much time researching and venturing to restaurants all over the area. My appetite is always up for trying something new, and my critical taste will not be afraid to share its opinion.  Here are some of my stories and adventures throughout Los Angeles with friends and most importantly, FOOD.