1. Hunky Santa at the Bev Center on November 27th. Does any other city employ him, or is he one of those "only in L.A." phenomenons? I had foolishly scheduled a haircut on Black Friday at the mall, but luckily there was free parking and I was able to find a spot. I vaguely remember Hunky Santas of yesteryear sitting around exuding hotness from a central location by the bar/restaurant, but this year, he's like a Cirque du Soleil dancer, climbing up and down red and green silk ropes and hanging there for all to gape at, flanked by the Candy Cane girls, whatever they are. Who is his audience? Women? Gay men? WHAT ABOUT THE CHILDREN? WHO WILL SPEAK FOR THEM?
2. Batter Blaster. The Ralph's grocery store near my apartment recently remodeled, and the sampler people were out in force on Saturday. I tried Greek yogurt, French bread with dipping sauce, Rome apples and a truly appalling product called Batter Blaster, which is basically a can of Redi-whip, except when you shake it up and press the nozzle, it squirts out PANCAKE BATTER. The sampler person had a hot stovetop at the ready, and insisted I make two and taste them.
Disturbingly, they were delicious.