Cairo Cowboy touts itself as a Mediterranean Grill and Backyard BBQ. That doesn’t make any more sense than closing down the 405 and then wondering why there is an apocalypse but hey, if that’s what they want to call themselves, run with it.
It’s a cubbyhole of a restaurant yards from Venice Beach in the old Bondi Barbecue spot. A few tables out front from which you can spy the worst assemblage of tattoos, piercings and clothing choices ever from the people walking by, a few tables inside from which you can safely laugh at the worst assemblage of tattoos, piercings and clothing choices ever without fear of getting thoroughly stomped in the head and a few tables in the back patio from which you can ignore that everyone who walks by has the worst assemblage of tattoos, piercings and clothing ever. The Monster opted for the back. Yards of fat snaking out of skin-tight tops, piercings connected together with chains and tramp stamps of dragons smoking pot have their place (in malls in Ohio) but that’s not anywhere near The Monster eating.