Travel

Welcome To Los Angeles

125 Comments

Ryan’s good friend Jim is moving to Los Angeles tomorrow.  Having lived here already for the past ten years, Ryan thought it would be a good idea to show Jim around.  Ryan picks Jim up from LAX at 9pm and knowing that Jim will be hungry, Ryan pulled some strings and got them a reservation and one of LA’s hottest new restaurants, Access.

Jim arrives and gets in Ryan’s car and immediately begins detailing his excitement to finally be in Los Angeles, ready to lay out in the famous beaches, walk along palm-tree ridden streets and of course go visit Access.  Ryan, a long-time resident, remains silent for now.  Jim tells Ryan about his flight and starts asking questions about LA, interrupted occasionally by Ryan’s car hitting potholes on the drive.  Jim is surprised how clear a night it is, because he swore he saw some cloud cover on the descent into LAX.  Ryan explains that was actually smog, not clouds.  “Oh,” Jim retorts.

After a 45 minute drive to go 6 miles, which Jim now learns is typical even though it was 9pm on a Wednesday night, they get to Access and valet their car for $8.  Once inside they are shown their table.  The restaurant has a nice decor, set to the perfect temperature.  Jim is very excited as he’s heard about Access from friends, the news and even some TV shows. In fact, Access is always portrayed in the media for having Boxgap Steak, a rather scarce but overly desired steak not only in California, but the world.  This steak is special.  It is generally very lean, but has some fat in all the right places.  It is tender, very moist and of course tastes like only something one can dream of.  It’s sourced from young cows between the ages of 18-24 months, as the 18 month mark is when California legally allows their slaughter.  After 24 months, the steak starts to spoil and isn’t as good as it used to be.  Although Boxgap Steak comes from cows that are raised all over the US and sometimes even internationally, it somehow always finds its way to LA soon enough.

The waiter comes by and before even asking for their food order, Jim blurts out that he can’t wait to try the Boxgap Steak.  The waiter makes a confused face and asks Jim if this is his first time here.  Ryan asks the waiter for a minute and turns to Jim and lets him know that unfortunately, he can’t have the Boxgap Steak.

Jim: Why?

Ryan: Well, even though Access is famous for the Boxgap Steak, not everyone can have it.  Only certain people can have it.

Jim: What are you talking about? Look at that table by the kitchen – every person there has a Boxgap Steak!  How’s that possible?

That of course was the prime table at Access, the one by the kitchen where everyone gets Boxgap Steak.  In fact, what Ryan and most LA residents know is that it is quite an illusion that anyone can come to LA and be eating Boxgap Steak right away.  Ryan told Jim to look around, nobody has the Boxgap Steak absent that one table.  So Jim asks why that table.  Ryan explains:

Well, you see that older guy?  That’s Don, he owns Access so of course he gets to have it.

That guy next to him is the promoter for Access, Dylan.  He goes out and finds people to come to the restaurant, promising them the opportunity for Boxgap Steak.  He also is the one that sources the Boxgap Steak from the farms, so he gets to have it too.

Next to him is some actor on TV.  He’s famous so he gets to have Boxgap Steak too.

Jim sees the man next to the actor, some ugly Persian guy with gold chains on and who is quite loud and obnoxious.  Jim wondered why he got to have some.

I see you looking at the Persian guy.  He is insanely rich and pays $1,000 to have a seat at that table, so he can eat Boxgap Steak.  Dylan found him.  Ridiculous, I know, but to him money means nothing and that type of wealth gets you that type of steak.

Then there’s the chef Alan, he takes bits from the Boxgap Steak here and there when available.

Billy is next to him, he works in the restaurant business.  Because he’s in the industry, he gets to have some Boxgap Steak too.

Then there’s Sergio.  He’s 6’5, 220lbs and ripped to shreds, and looks like a male model.  He doesn’t know himself how he got to sit at that table—he was just invited.

And the last seat is Calvin, he has the best kosher salt in all of LA.  He often hosts parties in his house in the Hollywood Hills, where he has an array of spices for the Boxgap Steaks.  You should see how fast those steaks absorp the kosher salt, it’s amazing.  So because of his varied spices, and especially the kosher salt, he gets to have it too.

This was getting to be too much for Jim.  He had grown up reading about and seeing all these stories about Boxgap Steaks and now he was finding out he couldn’t have it? The waiter brought over the steaks to that table one by one, and Jim just stared luringly.  The steaks were perfect.  They glowed with a light only found on meat aged as indicated above.  They smelled amazing, their aromas hitting Jim’s olfactory senses as they were carried past him.  They were very juicy and tender, glistening with what was likely some delicious butter.  It was quite honestly one of the best looking and well put together steaks Jim has seen — certainly he never saw this type of steak where he’s from.

Of course those sitting at the table by the kitchen didn’t seem to value the Boxgap Steak as much as Jim did.  They were laughing, eating their steaks callously, and he even saw the Persian guy fingering his steak.  The gall on that man, Jim thought, fingering that Boxgap Steak in public.  As Ryan explained however, they are used to the Boxgap Steaks.  They can have them on whim, and some of them don’t even pay for it.  It’s just because of who they are, who they know or what they can provide that they get it.

The waiter comes back and Ryan orders ground chuck hamburgers for both of them.  “So that’s what we get?  Ground Chuck?” Jim exclaimed.  Jim’s anger was seeping out.  Both him and Ryan were bright guys, spoke several languages, had good careers and were good-looking.  He should not be limited to ground chuck.  Ryan responded that while it is no Boxgap Steak, it’s decent and gets the job done.

After eating, Jim stated that it was maybe a 6.5/10.  Ryan agreed, and let Jim know it hovers in the 6-7 range, with maybe once in a while the ground chuck hitting an 8.  The bill came and Jim was again shocked.  “It’s that expensive for some ground chuck?!?”  Ryan explained that because of the market in LA, where only a select few get the Boxgap Steak and everyone else is left to fight for the ground chuck, it artificially inflates the price.  “Don’t feel too bad though,” said Ryan.  “Look outside, see that guy eating out of the trash? If I didn’t take care of myself and improve myself to where I’m at now, I wouldn’t even get ground chuck.  I’d be that guy.”

On the drive home Jim asked Ryan if he’s ever had Boxgap Steak.  A few times, Ryan explained.  “Here it’s mostly luck.”  The first time was when he found a Boxgap Steak that had just arrived at the supermarket, before Access or the other restaurants found out about it and swooped it up.  “Sometimes” Ryan explained, “if you find some Boxgap Steak right when it arrives in LA, you can get to it.  After about 30 days though, like clockwork they are poached by the big restaurants here and you can’t get to them anymore.”

Ryan went on to explain that Boxgap Steak was much more regularly available outside LA, in places like New York and Miami.  This jogged Jim’s memory and he inquired of Ryan if what they say about the steaks in Europe is true. Since Ryan recently traveled to Europe, he confirmed Jim’s suspicion.  “Especially in Eastern Europe.  There’s a lot of Boxgap Steak there that is way more accessible.”  Ryan explained that it’s not impossible to get Boxgap Steak here, but you just have to be in the right type of industry, have unparalleled wealth or fame, and so on.  Jim was discouraged.

They arrived back at Ryan’s home and Jim was not tired yet.  He asked Ryan if he would like to go out and have a drink.  Ryan has to break Jim’s heart again, telling him that “Unfortunately, it’s already 1:00 a.m. and the bars all close in 30 minutes, so there is nowhere to go.”  Jim then goes to bed, starting to wonder what Ryan already knows, that LA may not be as wonderful as it seemed.

Over the next few years, the real LA showed itself to Jim and started to wear on him.  There is traffic all the time.  Despite having great weather, Jim started to miss the seasons.  The lack of mass transit made it difficult to have fun nights out, always requiring a designated driver or the risk of a DUI.  He grew tired of the ground chuck, and always lacking the ability to have the Boxgap Steak despite seeing it on a daily basis and being tortured with its sight and smell.  He paid high taxes, the state had many unnecessary laws and housing was overpriced.

Eventually, Jim broke and left LA for greener pastures, like many before him.  On his way through security at LAX, another fellow named Chad walked past Jim to start his new life in LA, like many before him.  Chad arrives and gets in his friend Alan’s car and immediately begins detailing his excitement to finally be in Los Angeles, ready to lay out in the famous beaches, walk along palm-tree ridden streets and of course… visit Access.

Read Next: The Easiest City In The World To Get Laid

125 thoughts on “Welcome To Los Angeles”

  1. Why not live in Las Vegas instead as you noted in a previous article that it’s a better city to pick up women?

        1. To Knuckle Dragger, DrSmoothie and Atlanta Man,
          I’m not saying any of you are wrong. The link below with the same author writing a previous article demonstrated that he liked Las Vegas more than Las Angeles. All I’m saying is go to places that suit you better as soon as you can. Roosh on his other site noted that the women in Poznan were better than in Warsaw in Poland not because of looks but because of personality. I’ve often said that the biggest problem with Western women particularly American women is not so much their looks, but their personalities. Don’t get me wrong as I strongly prefer better looking women, but for anything more than pump and dump sex having bad personalities is a killer for me. I was not and am not impressed by poor behavior especially when it comes from women. All women should be pleasant unless there is truly a good reason not to be.

  2. I’m on this committee that meets twice a year, in different locations around the U.S. where there’s a plant in my industry. In the second tier cities you get treated better, no question. In Memphis we stayed at the W right by Beale St., in Philly it was this crappy Holiday Inn and hardly anyone talks to you. They want to go to Boston soon and I’m actually hoping they fail and have to go to the backup (Charleston). I went to college in Boston and it was full of stuck up liberal girls. The nicest ones I met there were from cities like St. Louis. The rudest ones were from NYC.

  3. I’m on this committee that meets twice a year, in different locations around the U.S. where there’s a plant in my industry. In the second tier cities you get treated better, no question. In Memphis we stayed at the Westin right by Beale St., in Philly it was this crappy Holiday Inn and hardly anyone talks to you. They want to go to Boston soon and I’m actually hoping they fail and have to go to the backup (Charleston). I went to college in Boston and it was full of stuck up liberal girls. The nicest ones I met there were from cities like St. Louis. The rudest ones were from NYC.

    1. Good article because that describes me perfectly when I had gone to LA for the same reason; I thought it would be the place for me and the chicks would be prettier and down to earth. I bought into the delusion about that city.
      In fact this article reminds me of an SNL parody from the 1990s where the scene was at a snobby LA restaurant and the matre-dee was played by Dana Carvey. The sketch was that the restaurant was on fire and the fire fighters showed up and Dana Carvey would not let them in because after he asked them “so which celebrity’s houses did you people save recently?” And he wouldn’t let them in brcausr they didn’t save any houses that belonged to anyone famous.

    2. Good article because that describes me perfectly when I had gone to LA for the same reason; I thought it would be the place for me and the chicks would be prettier and down to earth. I bought into the delusion about that city.
      In fact this article reminds me of an SNL parody from the 1990s where the scene was at a snobby LA restaurant and the matre-dee was played by Dana Carvey. The sketch was that the restaurant was on fire and the fire fighters showed up and Dana Carvey would not let them in because after he asked them “so which celebrity’s houses did you people save recently?” And he wouldn’t let them in brcausr they didn’t save any houses that belonged to anyone famous.

  4. I’m on this committee that meets twice a year, in different locations around the U.S. where there’s a plant in my industry. In the second tier cities you get treated better, no question. In Memphis we stayed at the Westin right by Beale St., in Philly it was this crappy Holiday Inn and hardly anyone talks to you. They want to go to Boston soon and I’m actually hoping they fail and have to go to the backup (Charleston). I went to college in Boston and it was full of stuck up liberal girls. The nicest ones I met there were from cities like St. Louis. The rudest ones were from NYC.

  5. This is why Law Dogger is one of my favorite writers on ROK. Using food as a metaphor to explain the SMP (Sexual Market Place) in a city like Los Angeles. Awesome.

  6. There’s tons of good restaurants in LA and the beach towns are awesome, if you can live in one or close by, depending on where your job is, which should be between 5-10 miles from where you live and not a mile more. There’s tons of beautiful women in LA too, that’s no joke. I don’t live in SoCal but traveled there frequently for both business and vacation and a friend lives in Marina Del Rey now. The natural landscape is stunning but if you like soul crushing bleak icy winters, don’t live in SoCal.

  7. British punk band The Stranglers had it right, back in 1978, with a song called “Dead Loss Angeles”

  9. You think of female human beings as pieces of meat with no agency. That’s why you don’t have “access.” Enjoy your hatred, I’m sure you will have a fulfilling life.

    2. “You think of female human beings as pieces of meat with no agency.”
      That’s because it’s exactly what you are. Cosmo reading, reality tv watching half-witted cunt.

    5. Where’s the hate? There’s no hate here. It’s a dispassionate piece describing exactly what goes on. Pure projection.

  10. Fuck LA. I’d rather eat nice #7 ground chuck that I can do things with and have real conversations with rather than vapid #9.5 boxgap steak who is just looking for a more famous mouth.

    1. Waaaa there are no quality girls in LA. Sweet. Stay home. More 9’s and 10’s for us.

      1. You guys with your rating system are as vapid as the gals you roundly criticize. What good is an 8,9, or 10 (does that one even exist) who has apple sauce for brains, a stunning superficiality and lacks ambition and creativity in the bedroom. I’ve had the best times with women that would probably be in your 4-7 range. I like gals I can talk to. Gals with personality and a sense of humor. Those are the ones that will rock your world, not some Playboy mansion cupie doll or Elle Macpherson wannabe.

  11. Here’s the real deal. Beef on the coast is largely sourced from herds in the south central states; Texas and Oklahoma. In these regions, it is uncommon to finish cattle. Now, finishing is not cheap; it’s done in the upper midwest because distillers grain is cheap and abundant due to ethanol distilling, and because the weather makes it necessary to supplement hayfeed with grain anyway.
    Boxgap steak is marketing bs. It’s the best of a bad source. Range fed cattle does taste best young; but finished cattle tastes better then range fed all the time, period.
    If you want to eat great steak, all the time, cheaply, you move to Kansas City or Omaha.

      1. He might have been but I’m not. Y’all on the coasts eat crummy disgusting meat sourced from lower quality stock and ya don’t even know it.
        The poorest schmo on foodstamps in Missouri eats hamburger made from better beef then the best steak you can find on either coast.

        1. Fortunately, I don’t live on the coasts and will make a note, if I do visit, to get the fish instead.

  12. Never been there, but this reflects most of what I’ve heard about LA: a characterless place of empty illusions above all else. And if you want to be technical about it, it’s not even a city, just a lot of sprawl in one area. Reason enough to stay away.

    1. Yeah check out the comments section of that article – much more accurate and to the point than the article itself. yup

      1. Yeah. That article was written by a Brit from London, and they never have anything good to say about US cities. I’ve only been to LA once, and it was back in the late 90s. Like any city, if you find your niche you are good to go. As Digital Undeground rapped back in the day: “All around the world, just the same old song”.
        I’ve always thought that the film director Michael Mann captured the visual essence of LA like no one else: in his crime dramas “Collateral” and “Heat”, he just makes the city shimmer with incandescent light and vague menace….

        1. Brits tend to enjoy NYC…probably because it’s a city (in the true sense of the term), a well-appointed, well-designed one with an historic architectural fabric. Most US cities severely lack those vital qualities.

        2. Thanks for the film suggestion! I’ll check it out!

  14. I have a friend that lives in LA. I think if he didn’t like to surf he would hate it. But his love of the surf and spending time at the beach is what keeps him there. He is a simple guy so I imagine he stays out of the nightlife.
    When I visited him I was shocked at how spread out everything was. When I asked his friends how they could afford to cab around they said they didn’t. They risked DUIs most of the time.
    LA was one of the worst big cities I’ve visited, if not the worst. It is also just one of the worst cities in general I have been to. It took me a week to realize I had minimal interest in going back. Pretentious. Spread out nightlife. Ridiculous rules. That’s just visiting. Add everything you’ve mentioned and it wouldn’t be a place I would consider living.

    1. Afraid of risking DUI’s … concerned about ‘rules’ … hmmm yeah don’t come back to L.A! lmfao

  15. Please. If you are shooting for actress/models/whatevers as your big catch in LA, you better have tight game like that. But we have more 7-8’s anywhere in the world with short drives to OC and SD both going nuts with decent girls. Some people like to bitch about what it takes to get into a scene (it’s not as hard as this makes it to be) yet want all the rewards from it. Sorry, but without that scene, you wouldn’t have the girls. Your laid back paradise of model 10’s where you put in zero work to land is delusional.
    If you think Miami or NYC is any easier, you’re on crack. You’ve just upped the cash game by double at either location.
    In sum….waaaaa I have to work to get after all these hot girls…waaaa they don’t just fall into my lap. Spend a day in the midwest or San Fran and you’ll be ready to walk back to LA to see a 6. We have the best weather in the country with the hottest girls….u mad?

    2. …straight economics. If a guy has time money and perseverance to spend on West Coast 10’s, have at it. As for me, I’d rather not drop thousands, a few months, and tons of frustration to bang a 10 when I can bang three or four 8’s just as easily somewhere else. But hey, up to you.

      1. No, In LA its not economics. Its violence and the ability to project the image of it.

        1. Guess I’ll have to pass since I don’t have the Race Card to fall back on; the minute shaved-headed White men start projecting (the image of) violence, the President starts pining over what his son would look like if he had one.

        16. …stuck? Nah, the only way I can get stuck is for not being “diverse” enough. Otherwise I can just keep winning and the Marxists can just keep calling it “privilege”.

    3. “Some people like to bitch about what it takes to get into a scene (it’s not as hard as this makes it to be) yet want all the rewards from it. Sorry, but without that scene, you wouldn’t have the girls. Your laid back paradise of model 10’s where you put in zero work to land is delusional.”
      Bingo.
      Dude who showed up expecting to eat top-shelf “Boxgap” just for showing up is VERY delusional and would probably be better off visiting a 2nd or 3rd world country. (That said, you’d better be visiting the capitals of these countries, because Boxgap doesn’t exist at all in most of the world because it all gets sent to places like LA)
      As I said in another reply , LA is like a college weed-out course. Fakers like the ones described in the post get chewed up and spit out exactly in the manner described in this post. (All the while, they are completely confused and clueless about what’s really happening)
      If you’re legit, you up your game to match the surroundings.

  16. I like Law Dogger’s other articles, but this one really misses the mark in terms of Los Angeles. The article also reads like its Carrie Bradshaw talking about people in terms of their jobs and ‘status’ as defined by the system. Not my thing.
    There are several Los Angeles’s – I’m born and raised. Los Angeles ‘game’ comes in a few forms. There’s entertainment industry game, music scene game, fitness game, and the hollywood ‘punk’ bar scene game.
    If you aren’t connected to a subculture, some underground something like you’re into Morrissey or Rockabilly, maybe you were a skinhead … or maybe you are into more recent Indie bands … or maybe Goth, electronic, dark wave – or maybe you’re into underground hip-hop, don’t bother.
    LA game is not about going to ‘great’ restaurants. None of the typical American ‘class’ distinctions that are associated in other parts of the US really apply too much. Los Angeles really isn’t an American city so much as it is a conglomeration of Latin America, Russia/Armenia, Persia, and Korea with a touch of the Deep South if you venture into South-Central/Compton.
    There’s so much goddamn money in Los Angeles, most of the girls you’d want to bang already have fathers who have it. Or they’ve dated boring guys who have it. It bores them. It bores them to death.
    LA Game can happen jogging at Runyon Canyon, or Griffith Park. It can happen at the Getty, or MOCA, or LACMA.
    LA Game is about being buff and being tattooed and driving a lowered out, tinted out german or japanese luxury/sports sedan on 19″ rims.
    There’s East LA game, the backyard party game; there’s West LA game – meeting chicks at Whole Foods or Trader Joes.
    There’s Valley Game – meeting pornstars in the afternoon at some pizza and bar dive off of Ventura blvd, who are DTF.
    It’s not about DHV as much as its about display’s of sexual prowess and high potentiality of violence.
    Violence, or the simulated presentation of it, is what attracts in Los Angeles.
    A lot of transplants come to LA and never experience LA. They bring with them a lot of their prejudices and fixations about status and class from other places.
    If you bring ‘preppy’ game from New England (or Ralph Lauren type imitators thereof) the same 23-31 year old girl who’s banging the buff tattooed guy who dresses 10-15 years too young for his age on the first night, will make the prep dude ‘wait 1 month of real dating’.
    I’ve never even heard of box whatever steak.
    Try Korean BBQ, a Lebanese shwarma joint, something like that.
    Everything else is designed for out of towners who are assumed to be connected either to real estate development or the film industry.

  17. I like Law Dogger’s other articles, but this one really misses the mark in terms of Los Angeles. The article also reads like its Carrie Bradshaw talking about people in terms of their jobs and ‘status’ as defined by the system. Not my thing.
    There are several Los Angeles’s – I’m born and raised. Los Angeles ‘game’ comes in a few forms. There’s entertainment industry game, music scene game, fitness game, and the hollywood ‘punk’ bar scene game.
    If you aren’t connected to a subculture, some underground something like you’re into Morrissey or Rockabilly, maybe you were a skinhead … or maybe you are into more recent Indie bands … or maybe Goth, electronic, dark wave – or maybe you’re into underground hip-hop, don’t bother.
    LA game is not about going to ‘great’ restaurants. None of the typical American ‘class’ distinctions that are associated in other parts of the US really apply too much. Los Angeles really isn’t an American city so much as it is a conglomeration of Latin America, Russia/Armenia, Persia, and Korea with a touch of the Deep South if you venture into South-Central/Compton.
    There’s so much goddamn money in Los Angeles, most of the girls you’d want to bang already have fathers who have it. Or they’ve dated boring guys who have it. It bores them. It bores them to death.
    LA Game can happen jogging at Runyon Canyon, or Griffith Park. It can happen at the Getty, or MOCA, or LACMA.
    LA Game is about being buff and being tattooed and driving a lowered out, tinted out german or japanese luxury/sports sedan on 19″ rims.
    There’s East LA game, the backyard party game; there’s West LA game – meeting chicks at Whole Foods or Trader Joes.
    There’s Valley Game – meeting pornstars in the afternoon at some pizza and bar dive off of Ventura blvd, who are DTF.
    It’s not about DHV as much as its about display’s of sexual prowess and high potentiality of violence.
    Violence, or the simulated presentation of it, is what attracts in Los Angeles.
    A lot of transplants come to LA and never experience LA. They bring with them a lot of their prejudices and fixations about status and class from other places.
    If you bring ‘preppy’ game from New England (or Ralph Lauren type imitators thereof) the same 23-31 year old girl who’s banging the buff tattooed guy who dresses 10-15 years too young for his age on the first night, will make the prep dude ‘wait 1 month of real dating’.
    I’ve never even heard of box whatever steak.
    Try Korean BBQ, a Lebanese shwarma joint, something like that.
    Everything else is designed for out of towners who are assumed to be connected either to real estate development or the film industry.

    1. …put yer fuckin hockey helmet on before you injure yourself. You pretty much demonstrate everything that sucks ass about LA. Nothing there is what it appears to be; “fitness models” are actually food servers or strippers, “bikers” are actually mechanics or waiters, “high rollers” are actually retail clerks, and “preppy academics” are actually hipster-clowns who work in book stores.
      If someone isn’t into playing make-believe then LA is a fucking overpriced clown-show with high prices, bad traffic, mouthy bitches, and too many spanish billboards.
      …and as for “box-whatever-steak”, its a fucking metaphor; your agent-slash-gardener will tell you what those are.

      1. What’s ‘hockey?’ Anyhow, sorry you don’t like the Spanish language. Tons of lost pussy right there, my neanderthal friend.
        The reality is that it’s ‘you’ who doesn’t know that everyone you look up to, everyone you respect, everyone you see as ‘making it’ actually faked it for years until it happened. Faking it until you make it is actually the transformational experience in itself.
        People like you little to no imagination don’t realize that prices are only high for idiots who want to pay for things. If you read what you actually responded to, you’d have gleaned that. But I suppose your disdain for Spanish is actually representative of a disdain for language and comprehension in general.

        1. -“fake it til you make it”
          -“prices are only high for idiots who pay for things”
          Thats exactly why I dislike LA and the rest of Southern Mexi-fornia.

    2. Sounds like the insights of the Tom Wolf in “The Kandy-Kolored Tangerine-Flake Streamline Baby.”

  18. I get it! Meat as allegory. Clever.
    As a resident of the San Francisco Bay Area, I start with a prejudice against the LA Basin. Orange County is least worst part.
    But then San Francisco has its own downsides.
    But historically, social peak cities based on new money have had to develop artificial hierarchy differentiators for status seekers Here in Silicon Valley, working at a biggie like Apple or Google counts almost as much as working at a VC-funded startup.

    1. SF has amazing restaurants, great city. Just hurting with girls. Massive wave after wave of 4-5’s at best walking down the street has to drive testosterone levels down.

      1. That’s a shame to hear. Why do you think that is? Is it a legacy of the hippies?

      2. Those 4-5s are the T-Vs.
        Go to Marin or the Marina for the good, real, females.
        At least in the Sunset or the Richmond districts, the women have nice skin for their age – there’s no sun in the summer due to the fog so no UV.

  19. If you live in LA, stick with the ethnic communities: Spanish, Vietnamese, Korean, Japanese, black, etc. Stay away from the trendy glitter and you will have more fun.

    1. Basically you advise staying in the ghetto and away from the girls. Good luck with that, unless you run a foodie blog.

      1. Right because none of the hottest girls are from the various ethnic communities … good luck in LA, you’ll realize the apparent anglos are jews.

      1. … by our in house white supremacist knuckle dragger. we need a token one anyway.

      2. Yes, they are accepting, especially if you make an effort to learn their language.

        2. And guess what… most of them learn our language. So why are you acting like an imbecile?

        3. ….maybe someday when I’m more PC about this whole reconquista thing I won’t be such an “imbecile”. …’til then, just trim up the hedges and have your sister leave some fresh towels.

  20. Visiting LA was one of the bigger disappointments I had when moving to the US. One reason is that it oversells itself so badly to the outside world as this very happening, urban environment with tons of parties, red carpet events, and other kinds of action. No foreigner expects to come to LA and see an endless sprawl of subdivision, ghettos, freeways, and traffic, with barely any pedestrian life. And if Santa Monica and a few other patches of civilization is all there is to a “major” city… it’s too bad.

  22. I feel like a damned imbecile. It took me until Persian Guy to figure out that Boxgap is not a real steak. Retardedness aside, this really drives the point home: no sense eating chuck in this jacked up part of the country (or jacked up part of the world) when a rez at Dorsia is out there for the taking.

    1. Hah. I didn’t catch on until he mentioned Boxgap being plentiful in Eastern Europe. Durrrhhhh… (smacks forehead)

      1. i feel so stupid now, literally only understood it after this comment. i was like EE has good cow meat now? that’s cool

    2. You can’t get a table at Dorsia because you have to own the table.
      The owners fail to pass this secret on to everyone else in order to seem “exclusive”…

  24. Law Dogger,
    This post is eerily similar to a piece of work written called “Meat Market Economics”.
    Tread carefully. You put a good (comical) twist on it though.

    1. Surprised nobody else picked up on it. I had the choice to make the metaphor anything, but went with steak as an homage to one of the better manosphere writers I’ve read (and a commenter on ROK and this article). His dealt with the self-delusion of the meats, mine deals with a city’s impact on the access to the meat. Different, with some slight overlap.

      1. Yes- not claiming a direct copy but it was cool how you applied it. I believe Solomon’s writings are the best intro the the red pill that is available today. It is sacred along with Roissey’s commandments.
        This was just an updated and more relevant version sans the supply and demand aspect. Keepin’ it practical- good article brother.

  25. california sucks ass for the 1am alcohol laws…. people don’t realize how communist california is… laws and regulations and hundreds of (bankrupt) Govt. departments, and work, work, work, for a pie in the sky ideal, that a few chosen few get……to keep the rest chasing the out of reach carrot….

      1. capitalism leads to socialism when big corporations start using government to keep little guys out, and that leads to communism, as the Govt. gets increasingly powerful and starts cannibalizing the corporations.

        1. bang on, corporatism is just higher level marxism, so long as the system is so prone to manipulation by oligarchies, government, media et al you get a crappy economy

  26. Hah! Kosher salt = blow. I wonder if anybody else got that.
    This is spot on – I’m a former resident. SO glad I got out of that city.

  29. Maybe it’s been said here, but I’m tired of average people coming to Southern CA and then bitching about how hard it is here. It’s Southern CA. People with money, successful people, move here from all over the world. You are competing with them, as well as the top talent in the nation. People want to live here. You can have an easy (boring) life elsewhere. $60k in Kansas gets you a house, car, and some toys to take to the lake in the summer. Don’t think you can replicate that same life here. It’s different. It’s harder. You have to compete harder in every aspect. Socially, financially, vocationally, physically, etc.
    Average people never leave, never try, never explore. If you want to test yourself, you will have more fun doing it here than anywhere. Just don’t be average.

    1. This comment nails it. Remember difficult classes in college that were meant to weed out the fakers?
      That’s LA.
      If you expect to read a game pamphlet and gain access to all the goodies of LA, you’re better off sticking to smaller cities or moving to 3rd and 2nd world countries.

      1. Understood. In grad school, if you aren’t getting all A’s, you’re in the wrong major.

  31. I was born and raised here and for all my youth swore I would never leave all that changed when I moved out started working and paying taxes. Screw the liberal state and all the blue pullers in the valley. Get out while you can. Don’t come to begin with.

Comments are closed.