It’s nearly impossible for me to list my top 2013 “bites”: I’m rather horrible at book keeping and running tallys. As far as LA is concerned, I do know the poshest meal I partook in was at Patina. It was lovely. Charles Olalia came out to chat, Patina’s manager is always beyond personable, and the service staff was top notch. I spoke of it earlier and the food was good in the way a star-winning brigade kitchen should be serving food.
R&J’s oyster poboy is nothing like Patina’s beef tongue, it is delicous. It’s delicious because oyster poboys are hard to find in LA, and a good oyster poboy is basically close to Lochness status. It’s even more delicious because I found it in Downey, California, a downtrodden blue-collar neighborhood that has hardly any black people, and even less folks from New Orleans.
Visiting both Connie and Ted, as well as Luke’s Lobstah, a couple of months after this huge $6 oyster poboy (lunch prices) confirms it delivered more seafood pleasure per ounce, and dollar, than either lobster sandwich. Yes, obviously canned oysters aren’t fresh lobsters, but R&Js has soul, Connie and Ted does not.
And Luke’s? Good god, just look around, and wait for the inevitable podunk tourist to walk in with a copy ofZagat Manhattan New York in Hand.