Cora's Coffee Shoppe

Ok, so people have discovered the hell out of this place on yelp, but I've only lived in L.A. about 16 months, all of them on the east side, so it was new to me.

Anyway, contrary to a few of the yelp reviews, I thought the service sucked ass. Everything else was fucking fantastic. Including my Caesar Salad, and especially my asparagus soup.

Why they feel the need to Europeanize "coffee shop" speaks volumes about Santa Monica. Or at least paragraphs.

UCLA Undie Run

In the middle of final exams each trimester, UCLA undergrads strip down to their chonies, fill up on keg beer, and go for a midnight run. As with all such rituals, the tradition started as a spontaneous act of defiance and exhibitionism (in response to cops cracking down on the prior -- and lamer -- tradition of the "Midnight Yell"), then became an institution that eventually earned itself its own police escort. Now Undie Runners gather by the thousands for what's got to be the most photographed and flickr'd event in Westwood. Here's a booty from last night's run.