Sweet and Sour

Obscurity

Obscurity and profound.

I know it’s the big thing these days, especially amongst the blogging community to find and frequent the boulevards of Alhambra, San Gabriel, Arcadia, Monterey Park, Rosemead, Temple City, and Rowland Heights.

Find the funkiest and smelliest.
Some small place with sticky tables, as if that is the measuring stick for what defines a good meal.
Hole in the wall or give me hole in the head. Death.
Liberty is not something manifested by the properties themselves as they are auspiciously nominated as the nom nom and given the equivalent of a cheer. Pom Pom.

I love me some XLB and beef rolls and dung po pork and clay pots and sea cucumber and pork floss and Chengdong noodles and water fish and jellyfish and hand pulled noodles.

But you see, they are not these quests of Columbus. They are normal gatherings. Family affairs. Graduations.
From the inside out, it’s actually just food.
Not a find.

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Afterglow

 

afterglow

I ate a bowl of jjanjjangmyun and got turned on to Vivian Maier. You should too.

Gonna be busy all week doing final photography for the cover of the book. We will be all over LA so if you see me, honk. I’ll wave back.

Hoping to get an image to represent LA in that timeless sort of way. If we fail, maybe I’ll just do a selfie for the cover…ha.

Also gonna put some new things on the menus at A-Frame and Sunny Spot within the next couple weeks and Kogi and Chego by the end of the month.

Should be a fun week.

Mineral Man

Edward

I lost a very close figure in my life yesterday and the least I felt I could do is honor him on this blog.

95 years on planet earth.

Sometimes certain humans make a difference, even if you may not notice.

Edward Swoboda basically created the gem world we know today. He was in the Amazon discovering emeralds, or in Mexico digging up tourmaline, before there was television.

I’ll let you read up on him on your own and through this link.

I got my name from him. He gave me his middle name at birth when my parents really didn’t know what to call me in English.

He always provided my family with an opportunity to succeed even when many doors were closed.

There were stories of South America and Africa that used to fill my imagination as a young kid as he told them like Sean Connery in Indiana Jones.

He was a heck of a cook too.

The body is just a shell.

But his spirit sure used it well.