and Captain 4Q. I also remember not remembering much of what happened at Mom’s.

Fox, you, of all people, must remember the Fox Inn (on Wilshire toward SM, I think), with your namesake challenging all comers to chugging showdowns, sometimes while standing on his head, and playing the piano and singing bawdy songs.

Good times. I wasn’t in a fraternity, but I still regard the movie Animal House as a documentary.

Remember Mom’s. That is where Katsuya is now…

Is the day a little part of me dies inside.

He was never that crazy about it, but went there a lot my junior year because Mr. BB was living on Midvale and my sorority house didn’t serve food on the weekends, so I would pick that up on the way to his place. Anyway, LA County made the health gradings mandatory in 1998 and I told him about the time I placed my order, looked up at the grade, and saw it was a C. I never got sick either, and Mr. BB’s old roommate, who lived off that stuff, still has fond memories.

After graduating, I worked on Wilshire for seven years, but still would go for In-N-Out at least once a week. In December 2005 (I remember that because it was my dad’s birthday) I ate In-N-Out for lunch and by the time I got home could barely make it to my apartment door. I know it was food poisoning, and I know it must have been rare because In-N-Out prides itself on its cleanliness, but I haven’t eaten at the Westwood In-N-Out since then.

Now you’re strolling down my (quasi-geezer) memory lane.

I’d be so sad. One of the last places I ate before I left LA.

Sak’s Teriyaki too. I hope it stays forever.