Forget sushi, she’s going for the cow

ACTRESS Christina Moore has the looks that allowed her to break into TV playing bit parts such as “Gorgeous Woman” and “Sexy Anchor.” Her sketch-comedy skills won her a stint on “MADtv.” And she’s performed in musical productions such as “Big River” and “Annie.” But Friday night she goes prime time, costarring in the new ABC sitcom “Hot Properties.”

And yet Moore, 32, who just moved into new digs in the Hollywood Hills, admits she’s been hiding a secret all these years, one she knows could label her a pariah in L.A. “Don’t tell anyone,” she whispers, “but I hate sushi.”

Oh well, it had to come out sometime. Now let’s see how she manages to spend “A Weekend Without Wasabi.”

A proud beefeater

On a Friday night I’d start with drinks at Firefly, a restaurant just down the street from Warner Bros. in Studio City. They have a bar area that’s like an English library, and it has the most amazing wine collection. I like this great Girard Cabernet, which is $125 a bottle, but you can get it by the glass.

Then I’d head to Pace in Laurel Canyon for dinner. It’s known for Italian dishes and pastas, but I’m a big cow fan, so I’d go for one of the specials, like the bone-in filet. One of the guys in our group last time had a salmon special that was yummy, but I’d go for beef. What can I say, I’m from the Midwest.

Out with the girls

On Saturday morning I’d get some girlfriends or my costars from the show and drive to the St. Regis resort in Dana Point, which has the most phenomenal spa. They scrub you, they rub you down, they massage your head, draw you a bath and then you pass out.

I also love the social aspect, with a Jacuzzi area where you can hang out with your girlfriends after your treatments. Then you can have lunch on the terrace overlooking the ocean. It’s beautiful.

After that I’d get everyone a second spa treatment, like a Shirodhara, where they drip oil on the third eye of your face and put you in a trance. Then we’d drive back into town and go to the Hollywood Bowl, where my fantasy concert would be Tim McGraw, Kenny Chesney, the Dixie Chicks and Garth Brooks. Garth would open.

Yoga and biscuits

On Sunday I’d go to the morning class at a small studio in West Hollywood called Yoga Inside Out. Ross Rayburn is the owner, and he’s the most cheerful, positive, upbeat yoga instructor you can imagine.

Then I’d go to Quality on 3rd Street for breakfast, where the biscuits are even better than my grandma’s. I’d swing through Beverly Hills and go to the Sergio Rossi shoe store on Rodeo Drive. You can’t stay there long because it can be dangerous, but they have awesome sales too. They’re quiet about it, though; they’ll just put a one-inch sticker on the door saying “Sale.”

For dinner I’d go to the place that gets my vote for the best restaurant in L.A. -- Naima in Valencia. It’s Persian, and they have the most amazing dishes, like a boneless chicken kebab in saffron lemon sauce and crunchy rice with a stew over it with lentils and beef. It’s a really different place, and it’s just delicious.

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-- Mark Sachs