As some of you may know, I recently penned my first article for Broke Girl’s Guide.
(In case you are curious, said article details where you should go and what you should do in Manhattan Beach - specifically, when a budget is involved.)
After a quick read-through, ironysformerbossman offered the appropriate conciliatory slash laudatory commentary, but then remarked that a couple places weren’t exactly broke-chick friendly. One of these places being Lemonade. I still don’t understand this. For a mere $10, you can get 6 half portions of amazingly delicious sides that will probably tide you over ‘til halfway through dinner. With leftovers. What’s not to love?
Maybe it depends on what you plan on ordering?
I should also mention that neither Shellback nor Sharkeez made it on my original list, and were added in later by conscientious editors who know their audience. I would never endorse such establishments, mostly due to my non-penchant for being groped and or puked on by fraternally-minded douchebags.
As I mulled all of this over, another almost-recent incident came to mind. My dear friend and fellow under-paid (but never under-appreciated?) blogger, isomehowthinkironyisnormal, found it amusing that Dominick’s, the bastion of Italian warmth, was (and remains) my fave neighborhood go-to for a casual dinner. I was similarly confounded.
Italian Wedding Soup? $8. Fried Rice Balls? $4.50 after you split the order with your dinner companion. Glass of wine? $9. That’s roughly twenty bucks for a ridiculously cozy meal and an ever-so-slight buzz. Bargain.
In short, I have come to the conclusion that I may not understand what “Broke Girl” means as well as you’d think I would, given the state of my finances.
Which perhaps explains the state of my finances?
I don’t want to hear it, Dad.