Brian Littrell

So, Jason and I went out to dinner with a friend of ours who’s visiting LA for a few days. Our friend suggested a restaurant on the Sunset Strip because he was staying near there and at dinner time, it’s easier for us to drive south to West Hollywood than for him to drive north up to where we are.

We get to the place and it was closed for renovation, but we were at Sunset Plaza and there’s whole bunch of restaurants to choose from. About four doors down was Cravings Cafe and…well I was craving food, so we got ourselves a table on the sidewalk. No big deal, we’re having fun catching up and talking about stuff that mostly went over my head, so I did a lot of smiling and nodding, pretending I had a clue while camoflaging my people-watching.

Then, as I look up from my snooty pizza, I think I see someone I might recognize. But who is this guy? He’s with a blonde princess who must be his wife, her sister (aside from matching, potentially-fake noses, they looked related) and his 2-or-so-year-old son (complete with Hotwheel car). My brain dismisses everyone but the guy and I’m trying not to stare, but the man’s good looking, so it’s really hard not to. He and his clan sit at the next table and it finally dawns on me.

I was eating dinner one table away from Brian Littrell of the Backstreet Boys.

Made sense…being there on the Sunset Strip and all. Most of the people in the place were dripping with designer clothes. But what was really strange is that the dinner wasn’t expensive. I mean, my pizza was $11.95 and I’m in the company of people who drove up in brand new Lamborghinis (we saw a total of three–two parked at the curb while we were eating). The addition of a celebrity sighting to the already surreal evening just made it into an adventure. ‘Course by this point, I was really wishing I’d changed out of my scruffy jeans and t-shirt into something at least a little more hip, but oh well.

Jason was, of course, oblivious…even when a gaggle of teeny-boppers interrupted Brian for photos and autographs. I dunno. I don’t think Jason would even recognize Julia Roberts if she were walking down the street, so whatever. Later, when Jason and I drove past in our Viper, I felt a little less out of place. And when I told him about Brian and how many designer labels I’d recognized, Jason shrugged, also wondering why the food was so damn good and not hardly expensive. If you’re ever in the area, I highly recommend Cravings Cafe. The food’s great and so is the people-watching!

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