Americana the beautiful

My afternoon started with meeting girlfriends foe lunch; Meg, in town from NYC and Anne (who reminded me that I need to update my blog more often, which is what prompted me to do just that!) We all chose a delicious super sized salmon salad at too cute for words Aroma Cafe in Tujunga Village. We sat in the quaint secret gardenesque patio gabbing it up the way only girls can!

After Meg had her infamous California smoke, we parted ways and Anne and I decided to battle the crowds to check out Americana in Glendale on its debut weekend. Caruso did it again.."The Grove on crack" as Anne so appropriately put it. It was crowded like Disneyland-a lush park-like setting in the center courtyard with a gold statue atop a fountain, chandeliers hanging between "streets", and trolley tracks (but no trolley operating). It's nice, some good shops, a peppering of restaurants, a theatre, but nothing to write home about.

Americana is a one night stand, only worth revisits if it happens to be convenient and/or you have out of towners who want to see it.

Otherwise, it's just a "been there, done that" and go back to shopping where you normally do kinda deal. We spent most of our time in Bare Escentuals, experimenting at the beauty bar that sparkled with a pretty kalidescope of colors and getting advice from Paula (pronounced "POLE-AH" with a proper English accent) who swirled, tapped, and buffed like nobodies business.
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