I had to go back to Churros Calientes the night before I left Los Angeles. It’s so good. So. Good. This is a definite stop if I ever go back to LA! I’d highly recommend it to anyone in the Westwood area. (Looking at you, Jesca.)
Zen, Qiu, Marta, Ren, Hunter, and Json- those of us who were there early. I thought it was just a small group of five, but omg so many more people joined us for dinner! So touched. TwT
Photo by Victor, our waiter.
Victor also said that if we had twitter, we could hashtag our tweets with #churroscalientes and it’d show up on their display screen. It was so long since I had to log in to my account that I actually forgot my password. But here’s my tweet,Â on my ‘vintage’ iPhone 3GSÂ and decapitated hippo stickers.
Dipping the eponymous churro into the delectable goodness that is their hot chocolate. Ordering the Churros con Chocolate gives you a basket of six original churros and what should be at least your second cup of hot chocolate because you just can’t get enough of it.
Tallying the bill. I had such trouble trying to tally our bill that Qiu was roped in to double-check my workings. It wasn’t until much later that she realised that we’d both forgotten about Marta’s soup! I apologise for being a disgrace.
We headed down to Barney’s Beanery for drinks after dinner. Hunter, Qiu, and Anmol had peaced out by then.
Marta got Zen and I magnets of her hometown, Bergamo. Wow!
And here I present to you, Zen’s many stages of drunkenness:
Here’s a recap of the night at Barney’s Beanery:
Zen is such a drunk cutie. â™¥
It was such a waste the next morning after my rush to pack my stuff that I forgot my second cup of hot chocolate in the fridge! Might I say, sadded. :(