It’s Spring Break and I’m NOT on vacation. Not physically. Mentally? Yes. I’m not in my right mind. I keep logging into Facebook, into Instagram, scrolling through friends’ photos with envy, wishing I was there with them in the mountains, on the lake, at the beach, at Disneyland. My kids are out of school. We don’t have homework to muddle through. I don’t have to chauffeur anyone to dance class or volleyball practice or school plays. I’m so FREE! Yet, I’m not. So to make myself feel better, I’ve decided to make the most of my post-5:00 life this week. And I’ve also settled that these adventures should involve food. New food. Good food. Different food.
So first off, I took a trip with my LWD buddy, Kristina, and my 10-year-old up to Westwood, the “town” nestled just south of UCLA where I grew up. Yep, Westwood is my ‘hood. And it was good to be back, though MUCH has changed in the years (more than 10, less than 20) since my Bruin graduation. I don’t recall what was in the space before, but right next to the Pete’s Coffee on Lindbrook sits 800 Degrees, brought to Westwood by the Umami peeps.
Based on the name, you have an idea of how hot their oven is. Which means the cooking is quick. And you get to customize your pie. (Any Seinfold fans? I credit Kramer with this idea.) Think of Chipotle churning out pizzas instead of burritos.
It was a great little escape, with me and my pizza. And my beer. I think the beer was what really did it. With Kristina driving, I could have stayed there all evening (they’re open until 2:00 a.m.). I might have still been there today BUT… well, you know. It’s off to work I go.
But the next time I’m on the West side, I’d be thrilled to return to 800 Degrees for a quick pizza and a cold mug of beer.
10889 Lindbrook Drive
Los Angeles, CA 90024