Georgia Frontiere to Southland: Nyah Nyah Nyah Nyah Nyah

The Super Bowl telecast was in many ways a trying experience for Southern California. There were the ungracious words from Rams owner Georgia Frontiere about how the victory proved “that we did the right thing in going to St. Louis.”

And, before that, there were the hostile commercials.

A Britannica.com ad posed several questions on the screen, including one referring to the former homes of the Rams and Tennessee Titans: “How do L.A. and Houston fans feel now?” (Not sure how Anaheim should feel about being left out of the question.)

And an ad for what appeared to be hot pepper sauce--with Super Bowl ads it isn’t always easy to identify the sponsor--showed a meteor crashing into downtown L.A. There they go again, everybody pickin’ on L.A.

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OOPS! A local physician tipped me to a survey form for an allergy medicine from Pfizer Inc. that included a phone number for patients to call. The problem is, if patients dialed that number, they would reach someone who began, “You like your women hot. . . .” It’s a porn line--more concerned with bare than itchy skin.

DINING GUIDE FOR THE ADVENTUROUS: Vivian Krug-Hotchkiss of Manhattan Beach came upon a restaurant that has a $100 split plate charge (especially odd considering that its most expensive item seems to be a $10.95 grilled shrimp).

Andrea Calhoun of Santa Monica found what must be a salty dessert--”tripe-dipped” macadamia nuts. Joan Kraus of Rancho Palos Verdes noticed some “candys” that may have been bourbon-dipped. And Shatto Light of L.A. photographed a “Pez” dispenser that bragged about its non-sale (see accompanying).

NO TIME FOR STATUS SYMBOLS: Ken Zimmerman of Huntington Beach couldn’t work up much sympathy for the 30-ish panhandler he encountered the other day. Explained Zimmerman: “He was wearing a USC sweatshirt.”

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Steve Harvey can be reached at steve.harvey@latimes.com