Word: ghetto
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...getting sick of restaurants. Apparently, though, hipster foodies in cities from Portland, Ore., to Melbourne, Australia, find the whole look-at-the-menu, eat-the-food, pay-the-check monotony so soul crushing that they're taking refuge in underground restaurants arranged by groups like the Oakland, Calif., outfit Ghetto Gourmet. You pay online, show up at someone's house and sit next to strangers while an off-duty chef prepares a fixed menu of whatever surreal creations he or she has always wanted to try: rabbit adobo, fried grasshoppers, Brie ice cream. It's like a salon for people...
...liked the sound of that, so when I heard that Ghetto Gourmet was coming to Los Angeles, I prepaid my $50 (via PayPal) and started salivating. The night before the event, the location was e-mailed: the courtyard of a Koreatown apartment building. I was told to bring my own wine and a pillow to sit on. Since Ghetto Gourmet events aren't advertised or listed anywhere, you have to hear about them from friends. All this is partly to make it seem more exciting and partly because running a restaurant out of a house isn't particularly legal...
...morals charge by his ex-partner) when a new body turns up that fits the old M.O. Pelecanos has mellowed in his 14th novel--he's less gratuitously violent, more attuned to emotional subtext--but his prose has lost none of its street cred or bite. A ghetto bully who passes as a Jamaican drug lord is actually "as American as folding money...
...every G.I. was as gung-ho as Sarra. In a no-draft America, young people joined the service to get into college, or out of the ghetto, and recruitment painted a grand canvas of career opportunities. Killing, getting killed - this was not part of the pitch. Basic training drilled the killing game into young brains. Teach them to treat the enemy as you would a sniper in Grand Theft Auto. Instill the reflex to fire at a moving target. Foster team spirit with marching songs. Instead of the golden oldie "I don?t know but I been told...," have them...
They joined�the military�into college, or out of the ghetto, or because of its seemingly studly glamour. "I saw a Marine when I was in high school," Sergeant Robert Sarra recalls in a new documentary. "And I was like, that's it! They're mean, they're tough, they got cool uniforms, and chicks dig 'em." That image barely survived through Sarra's basic training--brainwashing, he and other young men now call it. As for combat, he found it less like a Top Gun video game, shooting MiGs out of the sky, and more like Grand Theft Auto...