We have an argument with the significant other. While we agree on the greatness of Californiana and think that genuine California writing is dismissed and underserved despite the fact that the majority of the way the world views the United States is often filtered through the poppy-littered, mountains-to-the-sea, Tulare-dusted property, she can't get behind the apparent grammatical incorrectness of Pea Soup Andersen's, insisting that it couldn't be anything but "Andersen's Pea Soup." When internet research proved her wrong, she then decided that the only resolution is that the new name for the San Pedran Jalopnik must be "Pea Soup Andersen's." She is a maddening and giggle-inducing woman with a twisted sense of logic, retardedly beautiful handwriting and a rack that has been known to inspire fights between men at college radio stations.
Flying in the face of the aforementioned charms, as Californiana should not be allowed to bow to any woman, despite the fact that distaff gender is an inextricable part of the state's myth, we fired back that Pea Soup Andersen's is a classic example of roadside California; a relic from an age of road travel that is rapidly giving way to doltish interlopers like Applebee's. Avoiding the imparitive to eat good in the neighborhood and instead enjoy a bit of localized weirdness aside, Pea Soup Andersen's also sponsored a front-engined dragster in the day. Fronting on Pea Soup Andersen's due to odd grammar from an earlier time is akin to Wert's dissing of Canter's because it's not kosher. It misses the point. Especially if the pot denigrating the Fairfax-district kettle has a fondness for cheeseburgers.