Friday, September 28, 2012

Los Angeles (Food) Really is a Melting Pot

Living in Southern California, a host of activities await weekend warriors. There's the beautiful ocean so close I can literally roll out of bed and in no time toe the sandy beach. Hiking enthusiasts have a plethora of trails to blaze. In winter, decent skiing is a mere hour and a half away.

Action adventure rules the hearts of many in Los Angeles. My thrills tend to be governed by my stomach. Mexican and Central American food is a favorite, which made Melting Pot Food Tours' "East LA Latin Spice" a perfect diversion last weekend.

Sisters Diane and Lisa Scalia started Melting Pot in 2008 to, well, melt together each of their loves of food and travel. Lisa, the website states, enjoys anything pastry and and herself is a seasoned sojourner, having wandered all around the United States and Europe. Diane, meanwhile, is a self-taught chef and the author of a cookbook, "Angel Food." Who better to discover tantalizing new tastes, thought I. The free ticket, thanks to my friend Caroline, helped, too.

Our group met at the Chinatown Gold Line Metro station at about 9 in the morning to embark on our culinary adventure, led by our guide Summer Davis. Now, next to food (and music and anything cultural, really) history is a beloved past time. So I was pleasantly surprised when immediately after making our introductions Summer regaled us with tales of Chinatown's beginnings around the time of the California Gold Rush. Right then and there, amid stories of the Chinese Massacre of 1971 and the fall and more recently the rise of local business, I knew I was in for a delicious treat.

From the corner of Alameda and College we walked south for a half block if that to the front door of the Homegirl Cafe and the headquarters of Homeboy Industries, the organization founded by Father Greg Boyle in 1988 to rehabilitate former gang members and teach them life and job skills. Inside, we were treated to fresh coffee and muffins as a the restaurant's assistant manager, a former gang member himself as well as convicted drug dealer, shared his personal story of redemption under the company's tutelage.

From there, we walked back across the street to the Gold Line and boarded for our next destination: the East 1st street location of Liliana's Tamales near Indiana Station. Two members of our group visiting from Australia had never eaten these tasty corn-based treats that is a staple of so many Angelenos, especially at Christmas. But at Liliana's, tamales (or the singular tamale pronounced "tamal," as Summer reminded us) are daily fare, as are the musicians wandering the dining room playing accordian and guitar while singing traditional Mexican songs. And, yes, our Aussie friends loved their tamales, which we explained to them usually come wrapped in corn husks or even banana leaves.

After chowing down, we walked across the street to El Mercado de Los Angeles, the three-story Mecca for all things Mexican: food, toys, clothes, etc. There, we sampled aguas frescas and Mexican sorbet. I went with the guava, or guayaba. The upstairs restaurant is enormous, easily seating about 500 people. As it was still only about 10:30 a.m. at this point, there were no patrons, just two musicians setting up for what would undoubtedly be a raucous afternoon and evening, especially once the tequila started flowing.

Next up was La Gloria Foods, maker of the famous tortillas. If you shop at Whole Foods, you've likely seen them on the shelves. As we sampled homemade guacamole (lo siento señoras pero la mía es mejor) and salsa verde, we watched two workers clean the machine that molds the circular tortillas and spied a vat of freshly ground corn meal. La Gloria Foods also sells a small sampling of authentic Mexican food condiments as well as corn husks for the aforementioned tamales.

The highlight of the tour was the next stop for some tasty goat, which would make my friend Stacey proud, as her sister is none other than Stephanie Izard, owner of Chicago's Girl and the Goat and perhaps better known as winner of season four of Bravo's "Top Chef." If you crave goat meat in Los Angeles, a visit to La Birrieria Jalisco is in order. Also located on 1st Street a half block from Mariachi Plaza, named for the musicians that congregate and play there (and used to live in the hotel across the street that is now listed on the historical register), La Birrieria was already packed when our group arrived at about 11:30 a.m. Awaiting us was a feast of goat meat, which tastes similar to its cousin lamb but slightly gamier. And, of course, agua fresca.

From there, we hit Un Solo Sol, which literally means "Only One Sun," a testament to the tenets of solidarity and community by owner Carlos Ortez. Melting Pot calls his restaurant the most "ethnically-electic" in Boyle Heights, and for that the Melting Pot considers Ortez one of its favorites. The menu consists of tradition favorites such as tamales, pupusas and tacos but also healthy Greek salads and Indian cholay. And Ortez prides himself in serving organic, locally grown ingredients while also featuring local artists on the dining room walls. The restaurant is also the same location as the original Homegirl Cafe.

After a brief stop at the nearby La Serenata de Garibaldi so our guide Summer could say hi to some friends (I was saddened to hear that the Santa Monica location closed down), our finale occurred at Primera Taza Coffee House, where we sipped on a tasty concoction of iced Mexican coffee and munched on freshly baked pan dulce. A perfect end to a wonderful morning and early afternoon.

I had visited Boyle Heights previously to attend art exhibits or a movie screening here or there but had never eaten in the area. Now knowing the lay of the land, thanks to Melting Pot and my buddy Caroline, I can't wait to return!

Friday, February 17, 2012

Shrimp, It's Killer

Cajun-style anything makes my mouth water. That reminds me, I must make homemade jambalaya again, soon, but I digress.
Something about the spices really gets my taste buds going, and my stomach will gladly follow, where ever that may be. The garlic, the cayenne pepper, the paprika, and all those other delectable herbs. So it should come as no surprise that Killer Shrimp really makes my blood boil, and in such a good way.
For years, Killer was a tiny restaurant located on the second story of a non-descript strip mall on a section of Washington Blvd. that straddles Marina del Rey and Venice Washington Blvd. But several years ago, it disappeared. Gone forever were those bowls of steaming hot, shelled shrimp in a spicy, Louisiana-inspired broth served with fresh French bread. There was nothing else on the menu but wine and beer. Or that might has well have been.
There were rumors that the genius behind Killer Shrimp, namely the simple recipes whipped into a fine concoction of flavor might resurface as in the frozen food aisle of your nearest supermarket. The thought made me cringe, sort of, that is until I'd feel the itch. You know, that craving deep down for your favorite comfort food, which turns even the most discerning foodie into nothing more than a junkie looking to score his next hit on Hollywood Blvd. (OK, a bit much, I admit, but you get the point.)
Basically, I really liked the place. I mean really. So when news broke last summer that Killer Shrimp was reopening, you can imagine my excitement. It was uncontainable, even to the point that I broke my own cardinal rule of dining at a new establishment, no matter the pedigree, and visited two nights after it open, Labor Day weekend of last year. I immediately kicked myself, as the broth was, I guess warm, and the first basket of bread was, well not fresh. And the service left a lot to be desired. I was also taken aback that the square footage of the new restaurant, located on the site of the former Pan Pacifico on Admiralty, grew by tenfold. There was even a sports bar. And if that wasn't enough, the menu also grew by about two dozen new fish and meat plates.
So I stayed away, all of about three months. Now normally I refuse to eat at a new restaurant for about six months to allow the staff to work out the kinks. It took Killer Shrimp half that time to reach perfection.
Friends and I decided to give the place another try in early December. Mmmm, good sign, as the heat returned. We were even pleasantly surprised by the lobster mac 'n cheese. And the bar is a surprisingly good place to catch the game while you roll up your sleeves and go shrimp diving in a seemingly endless bowl of broth.
To make a long story short, I've been back four times in the two months since, and the bowl keeps getting better. I've yet to try any other plates, minus a couple of the appetizers (the popcorn shrimp is decent but can't touch Rock 'N Fish at the Manhattan Beach Pier), as it almost seems like heresy to order anything but the old standby.
I eventually will, after maybe another dozen bowls of Killer Shrimp.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

A Fire Up in Here

Just met Marcel and Todd from Fire House Chefs food truck. Ramping up right now. Check it out at www.firehousechefs.com. Think Asian fusion with Mexican, ala sliders, sweet potato fries. Open to all, utilizing a network of firefighter chefs to bring something new to the table each time.

Aye, aye Admiral

Last night I visited my childhood favorite seafood restaurant in the South Bay, Admiral Risty, 31250 Palos Verdes Dr W., Rancho Palos Verdes. It's easily been 10 years since I had been, as it was the old fail-safe selection for my birthday, years gone by. Last night, well a few ago, I decided it was time for a return visit.
I admit it wasn't as good as I remember, but nolstagia keeps it a fond place in my heart. The Ono was good but not amazing; the clam chowder was good but not special. Did have a good bottle of 2009 of Kaiken, a Malbec from Mendoza named after a wild goose. Rich, spicy and colorful. That's about the extent of my wine expertise. Oh, and it produced a nice buzz. But back to the food.
Started with oysters on the half shell, and was a bit perplexed that I had to request horseradish. Was also served with a curious vinaigrette.
I ordered the mash potatoes, which were good yet not mind blowing, and broccoli. The servers have also grown noticeably younger, which for a restaurant that opened in 1966 is bound to happen. Still, not the same experience as before, especially as the tab, with a bottle, will run you about $150. Definitely not horrible, but be aware that it's not cheap.
Risty lends to customers a gorgeous view of the Pacific and Catalina Island, at it's best during the summer. All one can see in February is the occasional lights of a passing vessel.
I guess I must give it another try come summer.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Nothing Could Be Fina than the Awesome Tastes of Chaya (Venice)

Pick a Friday night, or any night really, and you'll find beautiful people, delicious food and outstanding service at the Chaya family of restaurants. The original is located in Beverly Hills, and additional restaurants are in downtown Los Angeles and San Francisco, plus cousin M Cafe in BH, Culver City and Hollywood.

I always choose the Chaya location situated along Main Street on the Venice-Santa Monica border as it's easy to get to from the South Bay and parking, while about $5, is never an issue.

Aside from the jam-packed bar that can make ordering a drink feel like a salmon swimming upstream, Chaya Venice is a bustling bistro that specializes in a unique fusion of Franco-Japonaise fare that rarely if ever disappoints. As businessmen ogle flocks of gorgeous women/ fingers of after-work scotch and soda, Executive Chef Shigefume Tachibe's vision comes to life with a full sushi bar as well as a kitchen that churns out such mouth-watering main courses as steak-wrapped scallops, miso sea bass and a buttery Angus rib eye set up by appetizers like the famous lobster enchiladas.

The wait staff is always attentive and knowledgeable, all you can really ask for. Prices are fair, ranging in the $100 range in return for an appetizer, two main courses, two glasses of wine and desert for two. Speaking of wine, Chaya also offers a deal of half off on bottles on Tuesdays.

And there is more eye candy than the food or the L.A. in-crowd who frequent the establishment. On a recent Friday, a friend and I were amused by a street performer dressed as a tree-cum-faun ala the 2006 Mexican-Spanish fantasy film "Pan's Labyrinth."

Just be sure to make reservations.