another dark, cold and stormy night in los angeles - time to catch up on blog posts (and dream of luscious meals on warmer days)! for my birthday recently, "lindyhopper" and "bicycletta" - my bestest friends ever for among other things brushing aside their own aversion to 'gourmet' - indulged me in a choice between cleo or fig. we originally decided on cleo, but since we couldn't get reservations last minute, ended up at the fanta-bulous (but a bit further away) fairmont hotel in santa monica. i had been dying to go for a long time - but held off due to the relatively high prices for casual-sounding fare. i knew that many foodies whose opinion i respected love the place though - so i was ecstatic when lindyhopper and bicycletta said they would bring me!! the fairmont miramar is an unexpected treat rooted just a block or so from the pacific ocean. though not quite beachfront, it is a lush, lovely retreat that you would never expect to find just steps away from the sea of humanity ebbing