In downtown LA, there is of course, a Chinatown. Within the Chinatown boundaries are loads of Vietnamese restaurants...which of course is the best of all the Asian cuisines. Their magic with flavors makes Thai food taste almost dirty, very unsatisfying (unless we're talking Palms in Hollywood which has the best Thai iced tea I've ever had). I cruised down to Chinatown this past weekend to get some of those big Chinese lanterns for my new place and was immediately overwhelmed by the traffic, smells, people, trinkets, and just damn good looking food visible from every window I strolled past. But, again...Vietnamese is where it's at*
You gotta cruise all the way down to the end of the main drag before you happen upon one of my faves--Pho something or over. Could be 666. Could be 777. I just know it by looks, really. They have these intoxicating crispy fried rolls that are most delish when tucked into a leafy piece of lettuce stuffed with basil and mint and then dunked in the super special, super sweet fish sauce. Best thing ever.
Here's the thing about LA that I'm just gonna have to realize...my fave foodie treats don't really exist much in Marina del Rey. I'm gonna have to venture far and wide to appease my cravings. Persian over there, Mexican over here, Lebanese down there, etc...which is a slightly tough transition from my Chi hood which has every ethnicity in the world within a 10 minute walk of my place in E. Rogers Park.
But...LA does have Indonesian food complete with ymmy Bintang, whole fried fish and sambal out the ying-yang. Just a few more weeks and I will have it for real, but in the meantime, point 1 for LA!