Parrain’s Soulfood, Paramount and a Quick, Belated, Resolution

Parrain's Soul Food, Paramount

It seems fitting to always devote the first post of the year to soul food. Soul food isn’t too big in LA. You don’t have ex-Manhattanites shitting themselves over gumbo like they do over a plate of shredded chicken and rice.

Parrains fried turkey chops, fried chicken, gumbo

Hopefully, some form of cosmic balancing must be achieved through this post. Parrain’s is run by a cook from ex-Louisana. You’ll see him on the fryer when you come in during lunch. This is because the only lunch special officially listed at Parrains is the 2-piece chicken dinner. But there’s also Creole here. Witness the weekend-only gumbo (which officially is on offer by noon on Friday).

Coming here just makes me feel good. There’s so much pride in this restaurant despite the awkward layout that wastes too much space, despite the lack of a real sign, despite the dinginess of the neighborhood. I’ve been here a few times now, and every time they’ve treated me nicely, warmly, just like Bludso’s did back in 2007, just like Hambone’s did back in ’13. Relative to the curt experiences typicall being dished out by the SGV carb houses, every customer ought to feel like a king here.

The menu isn’t perfect just yet. There are only dinner portions, unlike majority of soul food restaurants hanging out between the 605 and the 405 (but always south of the 10). The dinner portions feed me for two meals. The specials, however, are key here. Sometimes it will be fried turkey chops, sometimes it’ll be shrimp poboy. Always ask as they are often a bargain. But turkey chops.. Wow! Does it get more Southern than this in LA? How many other restaurant in LA serves a fried turkey chop? (Carolyn’s, Mama Joan’s, etc.) And how many serves a fantastic BEP to go with one of the best corn breads in Los Angeles?

Parrain’s Soul Food


Also, in addition to still not eating any Huy Fong, it is necessary that I do not frequent any restaurant featuring “bespoke”, “artisanal”, “designer” $100 denin aprons that looks anything like this:

ridiculous aprons

Unless you’re a furniture wood worker, or a machinist, don’t wear denim aprons. They don’t absorb for shit, so please don’t pass the cost of $10000 in custom denim to us eaters. I’m OK if every server in every restaurant just wear $12 gap polos and $25 Levi’s. It doesn’t take $100 denim to make my food/dining experience better. Really. Bugger off with that craziness. No one at Parrain’s is wearing a $100 denim apron.

Not that I fish, but…

Gone Fishing

Ten Crappy things I Ate During 2013

El Diablo Taqueria fish ceviche

Mariscos at Vine Swap Meet

Mariscos El Diablo
4501 South Alameda St.
Los Angeles, CA 90058


Apache Tacos

Apache Tacos Boyle Heights

Al Carbon tacos in East LA. Just because it’s made in East LA doesn’t mean it’s tasty. These carne asada tacos, grilled instead of griddled, were nothing but grizzle and tears. They were cheap, and they were cheaply made. O wait! They’ve closed? Great!

Apache Tacos
1843 E 1st St
Los Angeles, CA 90033


sandwich smith
Sandwich Smith.

Sandwich Smith, Little Tokyo.
Offered corned beef on the specials board, but no rye. I mean, what kind of cook would offer corned beef and no rye bread? A Korean team, of course. The fried chicken sandwich was sad, dry desert. For $9, every sandwich from Claro’s trumps this disaster. For a few dollars more, Mendocino also obliterates the menu here. And the equally expensive fried chicken kale salad? Tough, bland, and carrying the same sad fried chicken breast as the sandwich. What a freaking Little Tokyo tragedy.



Gaju/Kaju, Ktown.

Crappy “home style” Korean food. Everything reeked of MSG and generic gochujiang paste. The panchans were pathetic, and had nothing but vegetables. This place is supposedly known for kimbap, and it’s also supposedly known for dukbboki, AND it’s supposedly known for naeng myeon. What is it actually good for? Absolutely nothing. It used to be in food court, and charged a lot less. Now, the only thing to do with the pathetic kimbap is to dunk it in the dukkboki sauce. Check it out, anyone can be Roy Choi!

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2013 Favorites: Bebe Fusion, Alhambra

Bebe Fusion is legit as hell. While they’re completely unrelated to the famous restaurant in Taiwan, 王品, there are actually several Wongs in the kitchen. I’ve been visiting since they were the dinky hole in the wall on Valley Blvd, and I followed them to Garvey, and then I quit ’em when they opened their third effort in Arcadia. Cause seriously? Has anyone tried driving up to Arcadia via local streets on a Friday night? EFF THAT NOISE Arcadia. I’ved lived in you, but I don’t want to see you any more.

bebe fusion Alhambra

Thankfully, Bebe Fusion’s Monica Wu reopened at (an extremely hidden) location in Alhambra last summer, and we fell in love all over again. I’m also a bit smittened with Monica’s daughter Belinda. She’s sassy and talks back. I love it because she’s all about her family’s economy and there’s supreme pride in the work, just like at Chengdu Taste. They’re not afraid of charging $50 for live dungeness crab. They’re not afraid to give you a little freebie, but they’ll let you know you’re special when it happens.

And the stinky tofu? Oh my fucking god. Even though they’re both good, don’t get the fried versions, don’t get the basil stir fried version:

Bebe Fusion stir fried stinky tofu fries

Go OG. Go all out and funk out the whole dining room:

bebe fusion stinky tofu
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2013 Faves: R&J’s Oyster Poboy

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 Homecooking Oyster Poboy

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.

Luke's lobster

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.

R&J Southern Home Cooking
Downey, CA
For coupon hounds — I’m looking at you Mr. Taster.

2013 Favorites: Aga Taiwanese Bistro, Artesia, CA

Yah, I eat in the burbs. I eat the heck out of the burbs and I don’t give a hoot.

Having soft opened on November 15, Aga is relatively new in Artesia, CA. Everyone considers this stip of Pioneer to be Cerritos anyway, and the clientele they serve mainly live in Cerritos. Artesia is a much smaller town, with a relatively horrendous city government, but the city taxes, licensing, and commercial property rent are all cheaper. It’s always been Cerritos’s little bitch when it comes to being whored out for cheap land. The restaurant density in Artesia is so much higher than Cerritos even though Cerritos has a much higher percentage of the target clienteles, especially because the city’s median income is so much higher than Artesia. I rant, I know.

aga front-sm

Back to the food.

So, Aga is relatively new, and it’s being operated by a bundle of Taiwanese twenty-somethings fluent in both Taiwanese and English. At least it feels like a place being operated by a bunch fo twenty-somethings. The seats are uncomfortable, the accoustic is a tad lousy, and the incredibly long bar, with its scant seats, in a restaurant that serves tea, makes zilch sense. The interior design is some sort of horrible, as there is so much dead space simply being wasted between the bar and the wall bench. But whatever, Aga is paying the retail strip mall rent, not I.

Still, Aga is the real deal. It’s helmed by a third generation Taiwanese restauranteur who blubbers on video, but who has also managed to recreate dish his family is known for since 1958. This chain is not a shanzai knock-off like the current Yung-Ho disaster in the SGV. It’s bona fide; I’ve seen Mr. Guo himself bouncing in and out of the kitchen:

The menu at Aga is terse, just like it is in Chiayi city, Taiwan. There are only a handful of “entrees”, which arrive at the table looking basically like this:

aga chiayi turkey rice-sm

That is the signature dark meat turkey rice. The rice is salted and steamed with turkey soup stock. It tastes nothing of Thanksgiving. This is how I grew up eating turkey. This is the reason why I can’t stand “American” turkey and sliced turkey from a dlei. This dish reminds me how I truly despise “American” food 49% of the time. At $8, it’s not the cheapest meal in Artesia, it’s not even the cheapest, nor the biggest, Taiwanese rice dish along Pioneer Blvd, but I don’t care. I’ll pay an extra US$ for the Aga name, another $0.50 for some weak display of interior design. After all, the cliche goes something like: well it’s cheaper than an airplane ticket.

Another popular entree is the black Taiwanese sausage. It’s black because there are no nitrates nor food coloring. The sausage is rather dry, and lean. But more important, it tastes like Kaoliang wine. Specifically, it tastes like a highly proofed Kaoling wine. There is no other sausage in America, Chinese, Taiwanese, Italian, French or otherwise, that tastes like this. This is also only $7. Note the casual vegetable sides come room temp, and if the weather is a bit cool, the vegetables are cold. It’s a style and homage thing. Just eat it.

aga obsidian sausage-sm

The other dishes arrive looking rather plain. These snacks, as sold in Taiwan, typically costs $0.75 to $1, so there is no plating to speak of what-so-ever. Aga attempts to mask the humble origins of the food by using some crotchety aged modernism bowls more suited for pasta and western soups. How I wish they’d stop. Thankfully, the lousy ceramic ware doesn’t translate to lousy food. The deep fried sticky rice pork “pie” (or dumpling), is a thing only a native would love. It’s crazy, it’s incomparable, and it’s actually texturally unpleasant. But it’s wonderfully tasty:

Aga ba wan sticky rice pot pie dumpling

Aga, we salute you for not sticking to the same damned pork chop rice and shaved ice. Currently, entrees orders receive get a free tea drink during lunch. The teas are flavored in the current popular Taiwanese way: no fruity syrups, just brewed fruit and tea.

Aga Taiwanese Bistro
Pioneer Blvd, Artesia, CA

2013 Favorites: Fortune No. 1, Monterey Park

Fortune No 1 Back doorThere will be no top 10 this year, simply because there weren’t that many amazing restaurants that I haven’t covered.

El Coraloense was just an amazing find. I wish more people would go down there and check out the Curie family. They’re doing great simple things that LA deserves, and they’re doing it consistently. The Bellflower branch is open until 3:00 A.M., so they’re also contrarians because Mexicans apparently don’t dig seafood after sun set. I like culinary contrarians.

Without a doubt, Chengdu Taste was my go-to for dinner since opening. I’ve written on it plenty of times, and the Eater piece was a good guide for n00bs. Unfortunately, doesn’t do food porn, so for dish photos, click to the previous posts.

One of the restaurants that I really really fell in love with this year, even though it opened a few years ago, was Fortune No. 1. This place, run by the Lin sisters (but mostly just one sister) flip-flopped pretty hard during opening, but they found their stride by ditching the congee morning menu. The current carb driven menu isn’t just another rendition of the dumpling shop everyone has come to expect, and detest, in the SGV. It’s really all about the bao here.

I wrote about the restaurant for Eater as well, but couldn’t provide photos, so here they are:

fortune no 1 bao, chive pockets, guo zi, dumpling

Per the post on, the chive pockets are just literal bargains at $3 for two. And per, this place can still be an absolute clusterfuck in the way a only a mom and pop shop in SGV can be. Just the other day, they “forgot” my oder by letting another take-out customer “steal” my food. I didn’t pay for it, but I also left hungry after standing around for 10 minutes. I really wish they’d “care” a bit more, but they just don’t give a fuck. And I kinda love them for it, despite being really annoyed several times this year.

Fortune No. 1
Monterey Park, CA somewhere.

Next up: Aga, Cerritos

6 Hours in New York: Gimme! Coffee, Little Brown Chocolate, Marea

No one will ever be on this same itinerary, but if one had to spent all morning in Manhattan, and fly by the same (early) afternoon, this was a great eating itinerary, assuming you’re conducting business above 57th street.

gimme coffee cortado

Gimme Coffee.
I really enjoy their espresso blends. In fact, the stuff that “works” (by works, I mean stuff I’m able to extract, with my lowly espresso pulling skills) on my machinet are all out of towners: Grumpy and Verve. Of course a visit to a cafe was needed.

The location of Gimme is truly something I enjoy about Manhattan’s ludicrous zoning laws: it’s located in the middle of a serene (for Lower East Side), small 1 way street, full of mixed use walk-ups. Yes, I know Gimme! isn’t actually from New York, NY, but it’s from NY, and that’s close enough for this need. Of note, my espresso machine really enjoye working with Gimme! beans. I don’t know why this stubborn affection, but let’s just say the Pasquini has a mind of its own. Since then, I’ve been able to find Gimme! Coffee regularly at Broome Street General Store in LA’s Silver Lake area. It’s a extremely narrowly “curated” gift & sandwich shop with insame prices to boot. However, when it comes to coffee beans, the Gimme! is priced at $12/12 oz bag which makes it about 33% more affordable than anything coming out of Handsome or other premium roasters. So yes, I drink espresso roasted in Itasca, because I can.

Little Brown Chocolate

Little Brown Chocolate was a quick snack in between meetings that day. The hot chocolate was seriously delicious. Since 2011, Little Brown Chocolate, a really overpriced hot chocolate and brownie and cakes kind of joint, was apparently bought and sold to Koffeecakes Korner. It surely isn’t the same as the old hot chocolate based store, but Manhattan isn’t lacking in the random dessert/pastries shop department.

Marea lunch prix fixe meu

Marea lunch granchio

Marea.. O Marea.. I don’t know.. I had a miss connection with a fellow foodiot at Marea. She looked at me, I looked at her, we smiled, she ate her noodles, I ate my fish… she was solo, I was due for a flight in 3 hours… We could’ve shared a dessert at Marea. Instead, I was left wondering: what the hell is this chick’s story? Solo dining at Marea lunch prix fixe on a Thursday while completely under dressed, clearly from Columbia? OK, then.

Marea Petit fours

Beyond that little platonic interlude, the lunch prix fixe at Marea was just not as interestiing as the previous ones I’ve had at Jean George, or Bouley’s, but it was probably my own fault, since there are signature dishes that the staff pushed for, and I had either had an similar ingredients that week, or some of the dishes simply didn’t sound outright interesting. The granchio of blue crab bordered bland, but the pairing of a yogurt with crab morsels and dehydrated speck was interesting. Nonetheless, a nice little meal to say good bye to the city with, and to get back on the airplane with those lil chocolate bites.

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