Alice's birthday - and we gave ourselves a (masked, careful) daring treat - take-out lunch! - from Gingergrass, in Silver Lake. Here's a wheatpasted curling piece of street art on the electrical transformer opposite - the first time in an age that I've felt able to look at anything other than the small changes that we observe on walks in our neighborhood. This may not, indeed, be the most gastronomically startling food in all of Los Angeles (Vietnamese, but not as genuinely Vietnamese, one suspects, as somewhere less Silver-Lakey) - but it's been a standby for years, and so fitting to patronize it as our first Californian non-home-cooked meal since early October! Things are looking up.
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