Welcome to Los Angeles, land of small dogs & frozen yogurt.
And two-course lunches, best enjoyed at a sidewalk table outside Joan’s on Third.
This fig + walnut focaccia was, as they say, marvelous. It tasted as good as it looked, since the moist, rich bread created a near-pizza experience.
Grilled maple rosemary chicken breast with mustard caper sauce.
Further evidence that Joan knows how to blend: mustard with maple rosemary = no leftovers, even though there probably should have been.
Unfortunately, photos of the charming inside were illegal. Welcome to LA, where food photographers are oft-mistaken for paparazzi.