Los Angeles, East Side vs West Side
Los Angeles can be talked about in the simple terms of east side vs west side. Getting back and forth can be torture depending on the time of day. It could take you an hour to get to Koreatown from Venice to have dinner but 20 minutes to get back. I wish I could figure out how to get in a car for dinner, take a nap to ignore the traffic, and show up at the many restaurants on the east side. We have found the west side to be a bit challenging on the food situ.
Last Friday night we went to Here’s Looking at You in Koreatown. The food was really good, the menu changes daily, the vibe was great, and it bummed me out it took an hour to get there.
Starting off with a martini seems to be the call these days. I really loved how they serve the martini’s in different glasses with a small pitcher on ice of the excess vodka on the side.
The chicory salad mixed with ricotta, candied walnuts, persimmons and a cured egg was absolutely delicious. The combination of tart, sweet, and a hint of an asian dressing was pretty perfect.
Winter citrus, fennel, pistachio, champagne vinegar and pink pepper was refreshing, simple and delicious too.
Really browned crispy shishito peppers covered in tonnato and huamei. I couldn’t get enough of these.
Thin slices of yellowtail sitting in a soup of coconut milk,
We had beef tartare, Tandoori sea bream and Manila clams but the star is the Yellow corn ribs with poblano, cotija and lime. Corn that had been roasted, cut into quarters and then cut again, marinated in a lime and peppers then sprinkled with cheese. I could have eaten bowls of this. I am dedicated to figuring out how to make this over the summer.
Frog’s legs which might not be everyone’s cup of tea but c’mon it takes like chicken. Delicious charred legs with salsa negra, scallions, lime and salt and pepper. I loved these.
The 32 oz beef rib chop with porcini sauce, enokis and for me they put the garlic butter on the side was beyond flavorful.
Dessert was another winner. Roasted chestnut mochi with coconut, muscovado and thin slices of halvah.
Why can’t there be more places like this on the west side??