I think about Los Angeles a lot. To tell you the truth though, if someone said to me “You can’t ever go back to the US again”, I don’t know if I’d be that disappointed.

I do miss bottomless cups of coffee, gigantic pizzas’, huge breakfasts, Latino culture, Mexican food, The American Cinematheque at the Egyptian … and, of course, bacon. Real bacon. Not “streaky bacon”. But bacony bacon that tastes like bacon.

Ohhh, bacon …

Johnie’s is … was … a diner on the corner of Fairfax and Wilshire. It’s food was never very good. I remember ordering some sourdough toast there once long, long, long ago and what I got back was – or it certainly seemed to be – white toast painted yellow with a butter substitute and sprinkled liberally with salt.

Still, an American diner – all that grease and bacon and bottomless cups of coffee … and bacon.