Nothing hits the spot like a Southern fried chicken steak made of soy, smothered with gravy and sopped up with a warm biscuit and two eggs cooked over easy. That was my midnight snack after making new friends, sipping cabernet sauvignon and checking out a humorous yet poignant play at a hole in the wall in historic Filipino Town. Since the Evidence Room found its permanent home in east L.A. six years ago, it's been nurturing theatrical talent of the experimental and socially conscious bent in a blockbuster film-obsessed town. The play I saw was called "Inside the Creole Mafia," which was written about 10 years ago but updated by Mark Broyard and Roger Guenveur Smith to reflect the devastating impact of Hurricane Katrina on New Orleans. Smith, who previously won an Obie for his play "A Huey P. Newton Story," said he and his childhood friend from the Bayou were improvising and changing the dialogue just hours before they started hurling Mardi Gras beads at the audience. The shifts between crazy comedy and hard-bitten reality were seamless. After Smith, his friend who recently wrapped up Spike Lee's first action movie and my two new girlfriends and I closed the playhouse down, the four of us sans the action actress hightailed it to Brite Spot for a snack. I know I'm going to cherish the friendships with my two new girlfriends because not only are we all writers with a fashion fixation, but we also share healthy appetites for red wine and plates of veggie meat loaf, mac 'n' cheese and Southern fried soy chicken steak.
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