Welcome Truxton’s to the hood…
Ate so much, must nap.
How long does it take on a Monday at 7 pm when Salt Air is not full to get appetizers? So far forty minutes. Forty-five minutes. Fifty minutes. Fifty-five minutes. The manager does nicely come over to apologize. Still no food. Have had one corn bread fritter (very nice) so might start eating the napkins.
Aaaaaand finally it arrives. Almost an hour after The Monster orders.
Horse Thief. Weird name. Kind of cool. Downtown, Grand Central Market. BBQ. The Monster is excited to give it a try.
Quarter chicken, dark meat. Mac and cheese, large. Arnold Palmer. Baking in the sun outside on Hill Street looking at Angel’s Flight. Sipping the Arnold Palmer (too much tea, not enough lemonade). And then his name is called and the food arrives and…
Let’s start out with the bad. How is Phorage out of both shrimp and broccoli at lunch? It’s not a large menu so this is particularly egregious.
The Monster wants the shrimp. And he wants the broccoli. He’ll get neither. Nuts. Now, on to the good…
The Purple Pig is an unfortunate name (for this non-swine eater at least) in an unfortunate location (right off Michigan Ave./tourist central) for what ends up being a phenomenally wonderful meal.
Fans of Gjelina/Animal/AOC in LA and the like will find much to love in this Med-influenced/tapas/gastro/charcuterie/all around awesome spot. The Monster is pretty well in love.
Rick Bayless is a white dude who has made his hay as a chef reinterpreting Mexican cuisine for today’s palette. From Chicago to LA and San Fran he has built an empire of such restaurants and won the esteem of reviewers and patrons alike. The Monster is intrigued to give XOCO a try.
But things start out less than smoothly because the ordering/seating system at this casual neighbor of Frontera Grill makes as much sense as making kids take algebra in school.
Fourteen years ago The Monster decided he was going to eat at every restaurant in the Los Angeles Zagat Guide. Nevermind the city was almost five hundred square miles large, with over 13 million inhabitants, speaking over two hundred and twenty different languages, without a functioning mass transit system.
The Monster is twenty, nineteen, eighteen, seventeen, sixteen, fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, twelve, eleven, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, zero meals away from finishing. THE MONSTER HAS EATEN AT EVERY PLACE LISTED IN THE 2011 ZAGAT GUIDE. In total The Monster has eaten at over 3,000 restaurants in Los Angeles.
$9110 raised and counting for The James Cancer Hospital!