It's amazing how much food I consume on these trips home. Considering the food choices and various ethnic enclaves scattered throughout the greater Los Angeles area, I should not have expected anything less. With friends and family in the past week and a half, I've had "the best Mexican food" in San Gabriel Valley, Santa Ana, and Redondo Beach. I've had steaming bowls of ramen in West Covina and been stuffed with tamales from East Los Angeles and Cuban food from Long Beach. I've sampled Indian in Pasadena, though Little India near Cerritos would have been my choice. I've hopped about Korean and Taiwanese eateries in Arcadia and Rowland Heights.
For non-Los Angelenos, those city names mean nothing. But in those ventures, there is often a considerable amount of driving and freeway traversing - all in the name of good food. That variety is one of the things I love about Los Angeles. It never disappoints.
Tonight, Joseph and Jenny took me to Jazz Cat Cafe, a hotpot place in Rowland Heights, and then to 85C Bakery for sea salt coffee. The coffee was tasty.
Oh, and another thing I am no longer accustomed : long lines for restaurants.