El Tepeyac.

I went to the city of Angels today to handle some business with the partners. After a short meeting, we got hungry and decided to go to one of L.A.'s most beautiful and renowned restaurants. After the Valet parked our cars, we walked in and sat down at one of the restaurant's finest tables. The lovely waitress offered us cocktails and we basked in serene ambiance of the small and cozy room.

Here's the tastefully designed menu.


The room was filled with mild-mannered aristocrats and softspoken socialites.


My meal paired perfectly with my glass of 1947 French Cabernet.


Once we finished, the maitre'd offered each of us fine Cuban cigars. We all walked out very, VERY happy men.


Okay... I'll stop pulling your leg. BUT SERIOUSLY. El Tepeyac is the finest when it comes to authentic mexican food. It's a family owned joint, and each sibling has a hand in running the restaurant. Come famished, because even the hungriest will have trouble finishing their monster sized burritos. Next time you're in "EastLos," be sure to stop by El Tepeyac. ...just be sure to aviod 18th street so you don't get shot.

J/K.