LA - A Note To Follow So

I didn't make it to the soda pop emporium in LA. Nor did I pay call on a kickin' Mexican restaurant in the City of Angels.

No worries. I didn't starve.

My first night, in fact, I enjoyed a tasty Petit Filet Mignon near the Santa Monica Pier at Boa Steakhouse.

To counter-balance the glam factor, the second night I ended up having to scarf down a nasty Carl's Jr. burger.

My final LA evening I went glam again, this time hitting a new Italian hot spot called The Bridge for a business dinner. There, I was lucky enough to split a wildly decadent plate of Truffled Risotto with a colleague, while another business associate unburdened himself, revealing his addiction to The Food Network. (We both agreed someone needs to BAM! Emeril out of his primetime slot.)

So, I might not have had exotic soda or miraclous Mexican, but darn if I wasn't full.

That said, none of my LA dinners claimed the coveted top spot when it came to meals during my trip.

Drumroll please...

That honor goes to a rather feh Greek Salad at a poolside lunch meeting at the W in Westwood.

And what could possibly turn the feh into the fabulous?

Keanu Reeves at a table across the way.

Question: Why is it no big deal when I spot a celebrity in New York? Yet, when I'm in Los Angeles, I'm simply tickled to see a star in my midst. If any of my readers have an opinion on my star-studded, bi-coastal quandry, feel free to share...