Lisa was always my best eating partner; she was willing to go anywhere and try anything, as long as I said the magic words: "I'll drive." (We had a running joke that whenever I was on deadline and begged her to accompany me to some funky place in the far reaches of the west San Fernando Valley or the east San Gabriel Valley for lunch, it always turned out to be the hottest day of the year. I won't say that she sat beside me in my un-air-conditioned little car uncomplainingly, exactly, but... More >>>