Stars aligned? Cycles converged? Hell, maybe the restaurants peed in the same fountain (sorry, bad “The Change Up” reference.) Not sure what sort of cosmic event has caused this, but Hannosuke, the excellent tempura spot in West LA’s Mitsuwa market food court, and Ichimiann, the totally-worth-drive-to-Torrance soba specialist, have made mirror image changes to their menu.
Despite its name Egg Slut has made it anything but easy to find them since they popped up over two years ago, especially for those of us who are fans of breakfast for lunch. For awhile they spent mornings in front of Commissary Coffee on Fairfax, weekends at Handsome Coffee Roasters, and there was word of a stint at The Hart & the Hunter (although it was never clear if their truck was parked in front of the Palihotel or they were cooking out of the kitchen.) But getting to try their delicious sounding egg sandwiches after Noon proved to be difficult, a policy that continued when they opened their first brick and mortar last week inside the Grand Central Market in Downtown L.A. Excitement was high, lines were long, and for their first week they were only open until Noon.
But week two goes to the lunchers!
Posted at 8:47 am, November 22nd, 2013 under Breakfast, Downtown, Egg Slut, Grand Central Market.
I don’t know what you think you mean when you say the word burrito, but I know what I think of. I think of a tightly packed nugget of perfection. One that is wrapped in paper and/or tin foil and will stand up on its own. I think of something that will never be touched by a fork or a knife, and doesn’t have a “wet” option (if anything, the more dry the better.) I think of something that has more rice than beans, and those beans will be black or pinto, not refried. And don’t talk to me about Chipotle. If I’m in San Diego, you can replace those rice and beans with french fries and I won’t complain. Sour cream and/or guacamole? Yes please. And the meat is there to add fat and some textural contrast, not as a vehicle for heavy spices or some kind of chile sauce. That flavor gets added at the end when you choose which salsa you want to put on your burrito… ideally bite by delicious bite. Call it a San Francisco burrito, use the word “mission” if you want, but I just call it a burrito when I say I have never had a good burrito in Los Angeles.
That is until yesterday, when I had the burrito at Taco Love- a grossly misnamed new shop on Sunset near Crescent Heights. Because it’s not the tacos you’ll love at this place. It’s all about the burrito.
Posted at 10:41 am, November 13th, 2013 under Mexican, Taco Love, West Hollywood.
I try to be positive here on Midtown Lunch… and I love this city. The food is amazing, and there’s no better place to be a “Midtown Lunch’er”. But as much as I love most of the food in L.A. (and will defend it to the death against any outsiders, or natives with an inferiority complex) there are some things about lunching in this town that really annoy me. Here are 7 of them, LAist style, for your enjoyment…
1. If two slices of your cheese pizza and a fountain soda costs $9 at lunchtime you are never allowed to be compared to New York pizza in a favorable way. Sorry Vito’s, but it’s time for a lunch special.
2. I’m all for the explosion of gourmet coffee shops in Los Angeles, but can we return ice coffee to where it belongs? In a plastic cup with a lid and a straw. I shouldn’t need a funnel to add milk to my ice coffee.
But wait… there’s more. (5 more, to be exact.)
Posted at 10:45 am, November 5th, 2013 under 7 Reasons to Hate L.A..
