The first time I ever ate at Wolfgang Puck’s Chinois was in the summer of 1984. It was at the original on Main Street in Santa Monica, and I recall driving past the front door, looking for the address, and seeing a telephone pole right in front of it with its street light off.

On closer examination, that telephone pole turned out to be Kareem Abdul-Jabbar waiting for his car. Continue reading “CHINOIS R.I.P.”