of all the things you can’t find in downtown LA, there are the things that you can find which are so unique in their own right that it sets them apart from the rest of that massive palm tree village. gems people like to call them, but i prefer to call them “digs”.
everywhere you walk, you’re walking through a mass of scary people. the locals that make up the majority of this area of LA aren’t ones that i choose to mingle with or stand on a corner too long with – at first glance you might categorize them as “crazies”, but it’s taught me quite the lesson in life. get. tough. friggin. skin. build it and you better build it now cuz life don’t get much easier. that being said, “cruising” downtown has become natural for me and the girls that work hard over at Babycakes.
Pam and i went out cruising one night – i think it was in search of something like Big Lots or something else. we walked past the Wooden Spoon. an ex gallery space. warm yellow tones. tall ceilings. quaint and small tables. bench seating that lines the walls and adorned with pillows. we told ourselves we’d go there soon. and we did – pretty much the very next day.
i’d blog about the brazilian sausage over the yummy beet salad. but, my biggest “wower” meal was the pork burger.
it is so gigantic in size. it was inconceivable as to how i would even fit a proper bite (a little bit of everything) in my mouth at one time. the third try, i managed to load everything in and probably at the risk of dislocating my jaw. but the amazingness of this THING would ease any hospital bill. the potato roll was toasted, the pork was SO thick and tender. the caramelized onions and sauteed cabbage was just the perfect complexity. so simple, right, but slightly vinegary/butteriness. pam scored a bite before i finished it off. we were floored. i finished it only to have gained “the bottomless dish” syndrome. which you say to yourself when you’ve tasted something so yummy that “you wish that it would just never end … you could keep eating it for the rest of your life. the salad? salad shmalad … who cares?
we also enjoyed the sangria. cinnamon was a big puncher in it. not to mention the wonderful, wonderful berries: