we wuz dipped.

we took a jaunty ride this morning down the ballona creek trail to the south bay trail, on the beach, down to manhattan beach, and then back home the same way except with an important stop at Johnnie's French Dip Pastrami, which has been calling my name since the first time i spotted it on Sepulveda Blvd.


(of course, it was daylight--but the sign looks better in this nighttime shot i ganked from flickr.)


it's an expensive sandwich, and i'm sure pastrami is terrible for me, but the place is as cute as a bug in a rug. very much what i think of as old california, rightly or wrongly. next time i think i'll have something more ladylike; a few hours later i can still feel that pastrami hanging out below my rib cage. still, though. good to know there are some quality beef products on the ride home, at an aesthetically pleasing little shack where they serve beer and don't mind if you're wearing funny shorts.