The Los Angeles County Fair, And Philippe’s
I’m still feeling the effects of the food binge that occurred over Saturday and Sunday.
Allow me to recap the weekend:
- On Saturday, my sister, my aunt, my mom, and I visited the LA County Fair. My sister wanted to ‘walk around,’ and she thought it would be nice for my mom and aunt to join her.
I went for the food.
Soon after entering the Fair at around 6pm, I immediately scouted a good BBQ place (I forget the name) to eat at. Noting the location, we then proceeded all the way to the shopping center of the Fair.
It took me all of five minutes on our trip to find the first thing I wanted to try: deep-fried Oreos. Good stuff, although I think the Oreos cooled down a bit. I was expecting the cookie itself to be spongy. I could also have done without the chocolate syrup. Next time, I’m going for the deep-fried Snickers.
(Totally off-topic, but I called Andre Ethier’s walk off homer…several innings ago.)
After an hour of shopping, we returned to the BBQ place, but not before my aunt blew $9 on a gigantic sausage with grilled peppers and onions, AND THEN spent another $7 on some nachos. My sister went with a BBQ chicken plate, and I ordered a brisket place. What I got, however, was a freaking pulled pork sandwich.
Not getting what I ordered sucked. Being expected to eat most of the stuff ordered and then having to deal with the indigestion that was sure to come REALLY sucked. Remembering that I had a McDonald’s iced coffee and a McDouble before we got on the freeway, only adding to my misery, REALLY SUCKED.
Did I mention that the food was damn tasty, though?
At around 8pm, my sister wanted to return to the shopping center, to ’shop for real.’ I won’t bore you with what she ended up buying, but at around 10:00, I found her purchasing…a funnel cake. Of course. What I didn’t expect, however, was her ordering a Pink’s chili dog with a side of kraut no more than ten minutes later! And guess who had to help her eat both?
At this point I was thinking of returning to the shopping center to purchase a stomach pump. I had to practically beg my sister to not purchase an ice cream cone on the way out.
- After running some errands on Sunday afternoon, including a horrible trip to Costco, we—myself, my two sisters, and my mom—were headed home for dinner.
That’s when my sister (yup, the same one) asked me, out of the blue, if I wanted to go get some Philippe’s French Dip sandwiches. Um, yes.
We got in line at around 6pm, and despite being informed by a woman in front of us that the lines move pretty quickly, we didn’t budge for about 20 minutes. Apparently, some lady was causing trouble for the workers there. When Ms. Troublemaker returned later, cutting in front of my line a second time, I could hear an audible groan behind me.
We all went with beef sandwiches, with some cole slaw, mac salad, and a pickle. Excellent stuff, and the hot mustard was awesome, so much so that we bought a jar to take home. If Philippe’s sold their au jus by the cup, I would have bought some to take home too.
My only regret? I didn’t put enough hot mustard on my sandwich. I guess I was a bit gun-shy. I won’t make that same mistake next time.
(Be on the lookout for a blog post where I describe how I had to be rushed to the hospital after nearly burning my mouth off from too much hot mustard.)
Oh yeah, I chased all of this horrible food with a two beef burrito, rice, and beans plate at Alberto’s in El Monte. Pass the Milk of Magnesia!
Next time, stuff about Bank of America, eBay, and Fantasy Football.