In 1995, I moved a full airline container packed with my Italian furniture and home décor to the home I purchased for my father some years before. I had helped my dad furnish the home so it became rather crowded when my Italian furnishings arrived.
Although I’ve always adored my father, I didn’t want to live with him like a loser in my late 30s so I fled to Los Angeles to search for freelance gigs as a commercial film producer.
It was a shock to my reality to move from Milan to Arizona and then to LA, all within a year. Milan—not unlike Manhattan—is a walking city. I had to drive everywhere in Scottsdale, mostly because of the heat but also because any store was just too far away to walk.
I rented an apartment in Marina Del Rey—my favorite part of LA since my college years—and thus relieving the furniture bulge of the Arizona home. I chose Marina Del Rey because I could walk to the local grocer, restaurants and shops. I could leave my car in the garage during the weekends and get some needed exercise.
I discovered a small restaurant in the neighborhood that only served Killer Shrimp and baguette. They didn’t serve beer or wine. I remembered you could get an ice water to tame the picante of the broth. I would eat this delicious concoction 2 or 3 times a month. If I had left overs I would add heavy cream, more shrimps and serve over pasta. Yum.