An Open Letter To Plancha
by Amy Lindorff
There are a handful of places that I will eat at every day if forced. In Oregon, they consist of Clyde Common, Voodoo, Cornucopia, Holy Cow and Sushi Station. In LA, it is just Forage, Larchmont Pizza and you, Plancha. You have stolen my heart with your tiger tacos and the fact that you are walking distance from my house. Your convenient location across from The Washing Machine allows me to find refuge from the creepy old men while my clothes are drying. Our relationship is perfect and as long as you never raise your prices or run out of shrimp, I see a bright future for us.
Additionally, I hope you are enjoying having all my money.