Last Saturday, I spent 10 hours in Santa Monica. In the first hour, I covered a surf-related event for work. In the next two hours, I went shopping for statement-making belts. An hour later, I watched sawagani crabs crawl around a glass bowl on the counter at Hama Sush in Venice. Then I was ready for churros at Xooro. Don't let the white etched walls get you too dizzy to order one of the churros at the counter. Taking a page from Pinkberry, Xooro forbids photographs from being taken in its ultra modern shop. I conveniently didn't see the no-photographs sign until I was done snapping pictures on my cell phone. Perhaps it was a good thing I forgot my digital camera at home -- I had a better chance to execute covert photojournalism!
The chairs are more sturdy than the candy-colored plastic ones at Pinkberry. Xooro's seats remind me of a schoolroom designed by Ray Eames.
I asked for my churro to go. They gave it to me in a mini cardboard canister. I wonder if the U.S. Postal Service has a special rate for shipping churros.
The churro I ordered is actually not on the menu. I was overwhelmed by the glucose glut that Xooro offers: chocolate coconut, Turkish hazelnut, triple chocolate and strawberry creme, among others. That's why I asked for the original churro dusted with cinnamon.
Maximus and Erin shared the dulce de leche churro.
Behold, my original churro was not what originated in Spain. The inside of the warm fritter was pumped with a vanilla cream that was a tenth as yummy as the custard jiggling inside a Beard Papa cream puff. I also ordered a Mexican hot chocolate made with soy milk to wash the churro down. But my drink tasted like Nestle instant hot chocolate spiked with cinnamon. Overall, it was a disappointing way to spend $7.70. But at least I got these verboten photos as souvenirs.
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