After tumbling out of the new and incredibly blissful Wilshire Spa (if you're into Korean spas and treatments, pony up the $130 for 2 hrs of massages, scrubs, body wraps and a cucumber facial extravaganza--its open 24 hours), me and my bud Lis happened upon my new fave Oaxacan restaurant in Koreatown. Crazy, mad, deliciously good. In fact, I now love Koreatown. 8th St. is where it's at for street food style grub.
Guelaguetza (look at the dish gallery on the website, I would not steer you wrong...PLEASE go out of your way to hit this spot) had quite possibly the best mole I've ever devoured. I know for certain the horchatacantaloupe will never be forgotten, and seriously, the teaser plate of warm chips doused in coloradito sauce and crumbled cheese was sick. Sick to the point of I ate 'em so quick, I was honestly sick!
with cactus juice, chopped nuts and
Why can't there be joints like this over in MDR? All brightly lit with blaring bandito tunes. Valet parkers that charge $3 just to back your car up 16 inches. Chubby Mexican kids racing around chasing a bruised ball. Ginormous vats of food on the cheap. The stuff belly dreams are made of*
True love found, once again...perfect Mexican in the heart of a Korean hood in the middle of loca LA.