I Love L.A.
Here, more than anywhere else that I know of or have heard of, the daily panorama of human existence, of private and communal folly-- the unending procession of governmental extortions and chicaneries, of commercial brigandages and throat-slittings, of theological buffooneries, of aesthetic ribaldries, of legal swindles and harlotries, of miscellaneous rogueries, villainies, imbecilities, grotesqueries, and extravagances-- is so inordinately gross and preposterous, so perfectly brought up to the highest conceivable amperage, so steadily enriched with an almost fabulous daring and originality, that only the man who was born with a petrified diaphragm can fail to laugh himself to sleep every night.
Mencken was talking about America as a whole, but what is Los Angeles if not America as a whole in one place? Everyone I know who has lived there has hated it sooner or later, but not being caught up in its particular rat races, not being anything but a visitor, I'm free to love L.A., drink in the coffee-nerved ambition that throbs from every resentful resident, admire the rich and beautiful for showing us all so openly and unashamedly what it's like to be them, and not least, steep myself in the ethnic neighborhoods which seem to be complete little worlds. Every ethnic neighborhood in Chicago is Something and Latino mixed together, but even though I understand there are a few Mexicans in Southern California, somehow whole districts manage to be pure, intoxicating outposts of some much more distant mother land.
We had an ideal location in many ways during eight days in L.A.-- staying with friends in Koreatown, then at an absurdly posh old downtown hotel during a work-related event. Not ideal if your idea of fun was shopping Rodeo Drive or lounging at Santa Monica Beach, but ideal if it was eating Asian food and other LTHForum-recommended foodstuffs, which (when I plotted them on a map) proved to be overwhelmingly concentrated in that general area. (I say "recommended," but a lot of these choices, well, life in Chicago was going to be grim for a few weeks after I got back if I didn't hit certain
coughtommy'scough of these spots.)
I have some other observations to make about Asian food, and will do so in another thread (which I'll link to when it's up), but in the meantime, here's my report on many of the things we had in L.A., most of them recommended above in this thread.
Pig'n Whistle wasn't recommended but it has sentimental meaning for me. There was once a chain of these, and my great aunt Marg's second husband Earl worked for them as the bookkeeper, and when he retired (in 1952) got a watch which has come down through the family to me. The original Hollywood location, adjacent to the recently restored Egyptian Theater, was a clothing store for many years, but luckily the mock-Tudor interior was not gutted and it has reopened as a bar and restaurant strangely overlooked by the tourists swarming Hollywood Boulevard, searching for the Walk of Fame stars of immortals like Simon Cowell and Ray Romano, and being assailed by panhandlers and Operating Thetans.
Very decent pub grub, movie-set atmosphere, escape from the day of the locusts outside-- even without my personal connection it's hard to see how you could do better in this touristy district (we were there not only to compare hoof sizes with Trigger, but to see Cars in the restored El Capitan Theater, complete with Nascar tire-changing stage show and organist playing Disney tunes with Dr. Phibes-like grandiosity; the boys pronounced it the greatest movie of all time).
Pig'n'Whistle
6714 Hollywood Blvd.
Hollywood, CA 90028
(323) 463-0000
www.pignwhistle.com/
Practically the only example on the Walk of Fame where the newer star set in the adjacent new lane isn't an insult to the old star in the original row.
Sahag's Basturma was one must for me, because it's something you simple can't get in Chicago (even though there must be Armenians here, but not enough to have a Little Armenia on the map).
There aren't many choices so unless you actually order a turkey sandwich, in which case God help you, you're going to end up with the stars-- the basturma, which I explained to Myles by saying it was sort of like petrified pastrami, and the soujouk, which is a typical cevapcici-kefta kebab-whatever you call it sausage from that part of the world, but like the basturma, dried to a chewier and more concentrated pungency.
To be honest, the basturma was interesting but I found it too strong to love, not funky like prosciutto but more green-olive bitter than I especially liked. However the soujouk, with the classic kebab flavor dialed up even more intensely, were outstanding, the first great thing I had on this trip.
Sahag's Basturma
5183 W Sunset Boulevard
Los Angeles, CA 90027-5715
323-661-5311
Here's a link to a piece about what else there is to find in Little Armenia.
After we went to the
Grand Central Market I mentioned it to everyone who asked what we had done... and nobody, even those from Los Angeles, seemed to know what it was. (At least here people have heard of Maxwell Street, even if they've never been.) Central is right, because one side is the downtown of skyscrapers and financial centers, and the other side is a Latino neighborhood (like a lot of things in L.A., much less seedy than the last time I was on that block, a decade ago); it's like a wormhole between two very different L.A.s. (The main reason to go out the other side is to see the great
Bradbury building, of Blade Runner and other movies fame.)
Anyway, this is a great, must-visit stop, and I had no less than three of the best things I ate in L.A. from the shops here. We got stuff from both of the Mexican stands which are side by side, so I sort of forgot whether the taco and birria I had was from the one recommended in this thread, but the steak taco was good and the birria was wonderful, meltingly tender, soupbone-flavorful.
A cheese pupusa from the pupusa stand was also a model of its art; there are TONS of pupuserias all over L.A. now, at least the part we were in, and nobody seems yet to have culled favorites, but talk about a ripe area for exploration.
Finally, we were about to leave when I spotted the fish taco stand (actually, spotted the display lobster above-- a sign says this food is all for display only, don't worry, your food will be cooked fresh for you) and remembered Erik's post above about Baja-style fish tacos "estilo Ensenada."
It too was fantastic, the fish tender and flaky in a cornmeal batter, the crema and salsa and lettuce and tortilla coming together to make a gooey whole even greater than its parts. I'm sure these three delights only scratch the surface of wonders at this market, I highly recommend a visit even if you're not skipping out on a generic hotel breakfast as I was.
Grand Central Market
317 S. Broadway
Los Angeles, CA 90013
www.grandcentralsquare.com/
(website makes it look much less funky and authentic than it really is)
I didn't plan it this way, but the same night we wound up at the yuppie version of the Grand Central Market, the famous
Farmer's Market, now attached to one of those incredibly lavish, Disney-perfect insta-malls with a Cheesecake Factory and an Apple store and a dancing fountain like the Bellagio in Vegas. (I say now, I have no idea how recently all that happened, my last visit to the Farmer's Market was in 1972. Anyway, it is beyond perfect that though called The Grove, its
website is located at The Grovela.)
How that happened was, our friends had gotten increasingly discouraged about suggesting a restaurant they liked after watching me clutch and page obsessively through my sheaf of LTHForum and
Jonathan Gold printouts, and had sort of lost the nerve to make me go somewhere they liked which I might trash on the Internet; but then the wife thought of a highly regarded Frontera-like nouvelle Mexican stand called
Loteria that had opened in the Farmer's Market, and she decided to use me as the guinea pig to determine if it was really any good or not.
I ordered cochinita pibil from there, and was not that impressed-- soupy, little achiote bite. Citysearch calls it "Mexican pulled pork" and that's about right-- not Mexican enough to be cochinita pibil, not BBQ enough to be pulled pork. I was wondering how to diplomatically ding the place here when she arrived with a sampler plate of mini-tacos:
I'm glad she did, because most of these were better than the cochinita pibil and at least three or four were really first-rate-- a complex mole on one, some excellent birria on another, nopales and farmer's cheese-- all were excellent and so were others I've forgotten.
Oh, and before someone shrieks, you were
that close to the
Gumbo Pot and you didn't have their gumbo... of course I did. It was very good, not northern-chain-restaurant-pseudbo at all. Better than New Orleans, I have no idea, but better than 98% of what you'd find between there and Louisiana, I don't doubt.
The Farmer's Market
6333 W 3rd St
Los Angeles, CA 90036-3109
(323) 930-2211
"Did you go to Tommy's yet?" the voice on the other end of the phone said.
"No, I'm still at O'Hare waiting to take off," I answered. (Got to O'Hare at 6:20 AM for my 8:30 AM flight. Which took off a little after noon.)
Tommy's on Ramparts was a must, in the sense that I'd get crap about it for months if I didn't. But as Thursday rolled around I realized there just weren't that many slots left. So after visiting the tar pits and the Petersen Car Museum with the boys, we stopped at Tommy's for an amuse-bouche before lunch at El Parian.
Here's a special cutaway illustration I commissioned of the Tommy's burger. Onion, pickle, etc., all hiding under a glop of chili. "Don't think of it in terms of its ingredients. You have to look at it as a whole," the voice at the other end said.
"I get it, I get it," I said. "It's like
Ben's Chili Bowl in D.C., low-grade ingredients somehow transmute into something better." In neither case was I quite drunk enough, or at all, to fully appreciate it, but I get it. It's good, and the Rampart atmosphere is one of the crossroads of the city, I get that too. But I would try not to make too much of a habit of it.
Then off to search for
El Parian, the Pigmon (and Jonathan Gold) recommended taco stand. Alas, after half a Tommy's burger I wasn't in the shape to order
a bowl of goat ribs and suck the meat off each one, so I settled for a couple of steak tacos and one birria one.
The birria meat on my taco was pretty good, but the one at the Grand Central Market was outstanding; this seemed like maybe it had been sitting around a bit, drying out, before I had it.
The steak-- clearly a thicker, lusher cut, lomo de res or something-- was very good indeed, worth comparing to the wonderful
arrachera I'd had in Playa del Carmen, my greatest beef experience in any Mexican place. Now, the one thing that maybe holds my praise back slightly is that it seemed like it might have been partly cooked and reheated for us. I'm not certain, but good as it was, it didn't quite have that fresh-off-the-grill juiciness, which makes me think that you want to go here when they're busy and you know your order will be fresh. But I could be wrong, it's an estimable place, and worth the search (it's not easy to spot).
Original Tommy's World Famous Hamburgers
2575 W. Beverly Blvd. (at Rampart)
Los Angeles, CA
213-389-9060
El Parian
1528 W. Pico Blvd.
Los Angeles, CA
(213) 386-7361
Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles was another place I felt I had to go even though I was as dubious about the combination of chicken and waffles as I had been about a big gloppy chiliburger in the middle of the day. As it happened, I had to make two tries-- closed on the 4th of July-- to hit it for breakfast. And once I did, I didn't read the menu carefully enough and got:
But not:
But the kids didn't eat all of theirs so I got to have some. Great malty waffles, pretty good chicken to the extent you can even tell smothered under a Ross Ice Shelf of oniony gravy, lousy grits but I didn't grow up eating them anyway so I'm happy not to start now. A good soul food fix, but again, not entirely sure it'd become a habit for me.
Oh, and where did we go when they turned out to be closed on the 4th?
House of Pies, which serves perfectly okay standard breakast and inexplicably does not have pie on its regular menu, even though pie for breakfast is as American as, well, basturma. What are they thinking?
Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles
5006 W Pico Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90019-4126
323-934-4405
The House of Pies
1869 N Vermont Ave
Los Angeles CA
(323) 666-9961
And then finally, there was...
I'm not gaga for
In'N'Out, that thousand island style of burger isn't my favorite, but I have to say, whenever you find yourself stuck between somewhere and nowhere in California, like on the road back from Legoland in 5 o'clock traffic, and all your food choices are chains and grim, an In'N'Out always appears just where you want one and it's a welcome friend. In'N'Out is the platonic ideal of the fast food burger joint, everything's just as fresh and crisp and pretty as it ought to be, the staff seem glad rather than resentful to be there (in a city of actor-waiters, where do they find such dedicated teenagers?), the last time (before flying home) we ate at one I saw a clerk practically chase a woman outdoors to make sure she had her number for prompt pickup, when's the last time you saw that happen at McWendee's?
So I started this thread by saying I'd never had anything great in L.A., but I had to believe it existed, somewhere. And I thank you all for leading to me several things that genuinely were great and many others which were enjoyable, distinctively L.A., or at least gave me the opportunity to add to Myles' collection of restaurant shirts (I'll buy him any shirt that has a cool design and is under $15, which works because only places we wouldn't be caught dead wearing, like Bubba Gump Shrimp Co., charge more than that anyway). Of course, the great ones I tried only made me wish I had months and months to force the family to eat our way through Little Armenia or determine just which pupuserias really do stand above the rest. Next time, next time...
But first, stay tuned for the second installment of this report-- Asian restaurants in L.A.,
linked here. Third installment-- SF and Monterey-- linked
here.
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