Stories

So you have a story from Keroauc. How’s about a short one from the man himself? Roy recorded a personal story with StoryCorps not too long ago, and in it, he shares what it was like to grow up as an immigrant kid in Los Angeles. We’ll hit a few of those notes in Riding Shotgun, so think of this as the amuse-bouche to the main event.

On the Road

Roy’s on an 11-day jaunt through Korea and Japan and other great parts of Asia, so while he’s dreaming up of more recipes to share with y’all, how’s about passing by these lazy summer afternoons with a little reading?  Say, On the Road? Roy spoke to NPR late last year about how he connected with the Jack Keroauc classic and how it influenced him to start the Kogi truck; if you have a few minutes to spare, it’ll be well worth your time to take a listen. The book, by the by, is the sort of story that latches on to your mind and your soul and won’t let the fuck go. Because it’s that great.

So.  Blanket, cooler, beach, wind, ocean, On the Road.  Sound good?  Sounds grand.

Things I Notice

  • Spelling doesn’t really matter sometimes
  • Latinos in Koreatown love Thai BBQ
  • If Hello Kitty has no mouth then how does she give good brain?
  • When ordering Pho in Koreatown the rare meat never comes out rare
  • People who throw the birdie when getting honked at are usually notorious honkers themselves
  • We spit loogies as kids for fun but in trauma when older
  • Grandmas and grandpas can sleep standing up
  • The new BCD on Wilshire remodeled and looks completely new but somehow kept the same spirit.
  • Chefs are horrible politicians — we are too honest
  • A vegetable diet makes my stomach boom like bass from a woofer
  • We don’t say gluteus maximus much anymore
  • We eat a lot of foods standing up: could that be the future of digestion and restaurants?
  • People can eat a lot more meat when sliced thin than when in steak form, i.e., Korean BBQ
  • Many people in America are eating expired foods when donations are given to them. If we have a population growing up on expired foods how do we expect them to thrive?
  • Freaky gurls love stuffed animals
  • Freaky guys use stuffed animals to wipe up
  • Sharp knives are important for chefs but sometimes cut the soul out of food that a semi sharp knife can coax
  • OC people love 85 Degrees bakery
  • Workers at Disneyland curse sometimes
  • Kanye West and Bon Iver together seems forced for some reason
  • Self-consciousness is only your own vanity
  • It’s time to move this new popular food culture past just the paint job.  Just look how kids in France eat lunch.

We are not rock stars, we are soul feeders.
The kitchen lights are on.
Respect.

This Explains Everything

Squid Ink:  So I hear you’ve become a vegetarian?

Roy Choi:  Let’s go back to my post, because it was really just a diary entry. I didn’t realize that people cared that much. I’ve been doing Kogi for three years now and a lot of shit has blown up — but food has been my voice. And people have been responding to it. I’ve just been myself. Everything you eat is everything I say and everything I am. So I feel like I’ve been talking to the public for a long time, even though I haven’t been using words. I didn’t know that it was going to get picked up, or that people even cared that much. But if you look at the post, I never used the word “vegetarian.” And I never said I was quitting cooking. And those seem to have been the two focal points.

Read the whole, somewhat epic interview over on LA Weekly.

Paul Revere Mix Tape

“It’s time to get ill”

Now here’s a little story I’ve got to tell
About one bad brother you might not know so well
It started way back in history
With Kogi, the city, and me–Papi.
Been had a little trucky named Paul Revere
Just me and my familia and a quart of no fear
Riding across the land, kicking up sand
Sheriff’s posse on my tail cause the taco is in demand
One homie Papi I be
Thought I was by myself but I got everybody
The moon is shining down on my grey snap back
The air is getting’ chill the flavor they call crack
Looking for a girl I ran into a guy
His name is MCA, I said howdy he said hi.

***

“I’ve got depth of perception in my text y’all
So whatcha want?
I get so funny with the money that you flaunt
I said, WHERE’D YOU GET YOUR INFORMATION FROM HUH?
You think that you can front when revelation comes?”

***

It’s been a complicated three weeks.
I met some friends through Mike D that I believe will be friends 4 lyfe.
Thank you LA.  We gave you a party and introduced you to some artists and you took it and ran with it!

I had a breakthrough, and I don’t know where it’s gonna take us all, but isn’t that the fun part?

Kogi and all the restaurants will still go hard in the paint.

You can find me starting to involve myself more with the communities I call home, the LA Mission and South LA.  Please come join me.

Just hit me on Twitter and come and give.  Just give your knowledge and talent.  Share.  I expect to see you!

To all the tabloid headlines- “Where’d you get your information from, huh?”

To you and you and you and you and you that have given me a pound, just know I store that shit like Final Fantasy for use at a later time. Thank you!

To all you veg heads, thank you.  I’ve noticed that people sometimes trip like they did about taco trucks when they talk about vegetarianism.  Time for some muthafucking change.  I feel ya!

To Mike D and the whole crew, thank you.  All it took was a Hawaiian Salad from A-Frame to help us get the connection.  Aloha spirit at work.

Respects to MCA.

And to all you that worry, send love, care, are curious, or hate on me for what I wrote last week…well, just know, “I’m the illest mutherfucker from here to Gardena.”

So, don’t trip.

That’s what I do :)

Sonoma

Goat cheese
Breeze
Russian River
Duck liver
Charlie Brown
Healdsburg town
Mineral water spa
Clos Pegas
Sheep and hay
A dry creek day.