The Los Angeles Antiques Show is history, and following a week all day on my feet, my exhaustion prevents me from providing any rational discussion about the show. However, I can mention what always makes an extended stay in Los Angeles comfortable- comfort food from Canter’s on Fairfax. Keith and I have become over the years delicatessen and dairy restaurant aficionados, and decry the lack of anything really like them in San Francisco. With all that, like so many other ethnic outposts, they become rather thin on the ground as the ethnic communities they serve become integrated. It is reassuring, however, that while a fair number of Canter’s regulars are, shall we say, of mature years, patrons of all stripes keep the place busy.
Keith is a fanatic for bagels and lox, and I suspect that would be his menu for his last meal on earth. My own background on the farm inclines me toward what are known as fancy meats, and ox tongue consequently is a favorite. My tongue sandwich yesterday at Canter’s was exquisite. In this age of celebrity chefs, to describe something as ostensibly lowly as a tongue sandwich as exquisite seems a non sequiter, but nothing else describes it adequately. Tasted delicious, surroundings comfortable- well, if my enjoyment was not an exquisite experience, I don’t know one. Oh, and free parking, too.