After breakfast at Campanile, Taro and I headed off to Farmers Market in Los Angeles to explore and potentially take photos.  We ended up browsing through stores instead and looking at all the food stands.  It was actually pretty relaxing not having to rush to stand in line and hunt for that lone table to snatch up.  Before we left, though, we happened to stop by the large grass area where booths were set up.  Some Hawaiian travel group was promoting trips so people were able to view native Hawaiian flowers, make their own leis and fish (out of palm fronds), and sample coffee and what looked like tiny donuts.  When Taro saw the fish-making demonstration, he immediately jumped towards it.  Why?  When we were in Hawaii, we brought one home and it was Peanut’s favorite toy…until he chewed it all up.

After our afternoon at Farmers Market, we were close to going home until Taro mentioned the La Brea Tar Pits.  He had never been there before and I said he just had to go to see it at least once.  It was a lot of fun – viewing the tar spewing out from the water, checking out the fossils, comparing ourselves to the height of a bear, and just walking around the Tar Pits/LACMA area.

I saw this man playing a Japanese instrument while we were walking to check out one of the tar pits.  He looked so serene that I had to take a photo of him.  Also, the music was soothing and perfect for the day.

To end the day, we went to Father’s Office to finally try their hamburgers.  Overall, I think we were disappointed with it.  Taro and I didn’t care for the lack of service; the whole “ordering at the bar” (You are essentially fighting for the attention of the bartender, who not only takes orders but is also trying to make a million drinks.) and no waiters/waitresses was really strange.  It felt like they were trying to be too cool and standoffish.  Plus there isn’t any order to getting a table; you just have to scout and hover around a table and grab it the minute it opens up.  Again, very strange for a “restaurant” (in quotes because I don’t know if I can call it a restaurant) to not seat people in an orderly fashion.  Last, the burgers were just not that fantastic.  I really feel that Taro’s steak sandwich topped Father’s Office and Taro had the same concept – arugula, cheese, and generous portions of steak on a hoagie.

I wish I had photos to show, but the “host” (Why do you need a host if he doesn’t seat you?) intervened when I tried to take a picture of the sign (The sign?!?).  It’s okay, though, because if we are going to get a burger, Taro and I would, in a heartbeat, choose Umami over Father’s Office.