No, seriously, last night an Uber saved my life.
Okay, that statement makes me sound so 2013, right? I mean, I don’t think I even knew what Uber was this time last year and I certainly wasn’t paging them every two seconds for rides. But, in Los Angeles, where drunk driving is a really bad habit, a car-service-for-the-people like Uber is a godsend — especially when they save your life.
Yes, I’m one to exaggerate every now and then but, on this matter, I’m totally serious. My brother and his friends invited me and my man to join for his midweek birthday celebration and it quickly evolved from happy hour drinks to an (almost) all nighter. Right around midnight we were going (in an Uber) from our very late dinner to a club and headed east on Fountain.
(If you’re ever in the Hollywood area and have to go east-west, trust me that you should take Fountain. Ok, I realize that made me sound like the SNL skit The Californians but we really do talk about driving a lot around these parts!)
Anyway, we were passing through the intersection when a car turned out of nowhere and nearly jackknifed us. If there ever was a car service superhero, the guy driving us would totally pass muster — he had cat-like reflexes that allowed him to swerve at the last second. We thought we were safe when we realized the driver was headed straight on into a parked car, but, he reacted just in time and swerved back on track and within seconds everything was back to normal.
Our initial shock at what happened made it so we were all a bit delayed in our reaction, but, when it finally registered that this guy saved our lives, we cheered him on incessantly. My boyfriend, Chris, and I glanced at each other with one of those “we’re so lucky to be alive” looks and we decided to carpe diem for the rest of the night.
Still a bit traumatized of the events of last night, we decided to go carless today and stay inside — that said we’re doing an impromptu date night that will definitely involve this recipe. It’s a grilled flank steak with a balsamic fig salsa because, if the weather is anywhere near as hot where you are as it is in LA, then grilling season is nowhere near over. (Or, if you live in an apartment like mine and you don’t have an outdoor grill, you can pull out a grill pan and hope the exhaust fan works well.)
This fig salsa is super simple, and, though it’s delish as is, feel free to switch it up as you please — add in some chopped hatch chiles if you want to be super seasonal or toss it with blue cheese for an indulgent topping. Oh, and if steak isn’t your thing, try this salsa with some chicken, pork, or tossed with greens for an easy salad. Trust me on this one that this recipe is so simple but so tasty that you’re going to be very happy you decided to stay at home for date night — I know we are.