I am a goofball.
Had dinner at The Rack, which is what the Wolfgang Puck and CPK at the Topanga Promenade have become. It's not that good.
Highlights of my meal:
The best part of a really mediocre caprese salad.
Sweet potato fries and a too-rare hamburger, which I didn't like that much, I only thought the photo was pretty.
More notable, however, was the fact that they were filming part of a dating show in the restaurant, a sort of Blind Date meets Punk'd.
The cameraman. The two heads there are the guys that a bored-looking girl was dating, one of whom was normal, and the other had a huge afro and wore a green bathrobe, and during the meal, came up and started touching her hair. She got mad and left the table, presumably for the bathroom. I am told that there was a dwarf dressed as a devil who played some part in the shenanigans.
There's the girl, giving an interview outside, probably to show that there are no hard feelings. But she seemed pretty annoyed otherwise. I guess they have to be good sports if they want to be on TV. I have no idea.
Outside:
Sometimes buildings look better...
THROUGH A VORTEX!!
Clever advertising for Balls of Fury. Note the fourth person from the left.
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