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Posted: 29 Apr 2014 - David Lebovitz
I’m one of those people who loves
Los Angeles. Even rarer, I’m one of those San Franciscans who loves Los
Angeles. Each sometimes writes off the other, and the two big cities in
California are often at odds with each other. One is serious, grey, and a
little foreboding and mysterious. The other sunny and warm, with an upbeat
attitude that even after visiting for the umpteenth time, I find refreshing.
And it always makes me happy to come.
My first “Aha!” moment on this
visit was when I woke up the morning after dinner at République, the stunning
restaurant which took over the space of the former Campanile restaurant. I
took the elevator up to the breakfast room of my hotel, to the top floor.
When the door opened, my eyes took a moment after being greeted by a sky so
bright-blue, I was wondering why I had spent so many years trying to stay
warm under the blanket of chilly fog of San Francisco.
So a poolside breakfast it was, a
plate of scrambled egg whites with kale, squash, avocados and Sriracha sauce,
along with a thermos of coffee, and a terrace view. I was ready to move in.
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