Wednesday, 5 February 2014
Chris and I had a big night out last Tuesday in the up-and-coming burg of Inglewood, which is currently experiencing the venerable urban tradition of becoming slightly more up-and-coming than it was before, having gathered for itself a sleek collection of sweet local retail outlets and one or two trendy restaurants. (Read: you should go down and have yourselves a nice walk around! But expect to pay for parking. If you can find any.) Chris and I ate at Without Papers, which is arguably the second-best pizza in town and, for two pizza-deprived northeasterners, a special treat.