Phillipe's

Unlike yesterday, in which I gave a very convincing performance as a shut-in, today I got out. Registered at a temp agency and later in the day, I got a one day mail merge assignment at a non profit office 3 blocks from home. Who knows, maybe I'll get a longer lasting assignment starting next week.

But highlight of the day was going downtown to Union Station and walking over to Phillipe's, an old school LA restaurant--home of the famous French Dip sandwich. I loved the place. You get in line, order your food. It's served within minutes, you pay your bill then you take a seat at a communal table. I stuck with the basics--a cup of Chili, a beef french dip sandwich, a dill pickle, and a pepsi. It was filling, tasty, and affordable for an unemployed guy like me. AFter eating, I walked around the place--it's simply and sparsely decorated with early to mid 20th century LA memorbilia. I felt like I was back in the hey day of the film noir era (being near Union Station helped--that was the site for important scenes in two of my favorite noirs--Criss Cross and Too Late for Tears). Anyway, before I left I bought a roll of Life Savers and briefly chatted with the candy counter cashier. She was very friendly and urged me to come back. She didn't have to persuade me because that's what I intend to do. Here's a link to their website:

http://www.philippes.com/