On a recent trip down to Los Angeles, I had a chance to try some new favorite eats. All satisfying. All affordable, too. The best kind, don’t you, think?
I’d heard about it, seen pics online and salivated over it on the Food Network. But try as I might, I never seemed to be in Los Angeles at the right time of year to snag a fresh strawberry donut at The Donut Man in Glendora.
Until this trip.
Let me tell you, it was definitely worth the wait and lived up to all the hype.
Imagine a fresh brioche donut split in half, then stuffed to the gills with fresh, juicy whole strawberries that have been macerated in just a smidge of syrup.
What I love is that it’s not overly sweet at all, thanks to the fact that the donut, itself, is not glazed. As a result, the flavor of the berries shine through.
It’s sort of like strawberry shortcake. Only better.
A beloved institution for more than 40 years, The Donut Man is sort of in the middle of nowhere. It’s essentially a humble kiosk with a walk-up window in a parking lot shared by a martial arts school, of all things.
If you’re anywhere in the vicinity, do make the drive.
Now, if I can only make it back one later in the summer when the fresh peach donut is available. Yes, same as the strawberry one, but with fresh slices of yellow peaches instead. That’s definitely worth making a return trip.
Grand Central Market is Plenty Grand
Think the Ferry Building in San Francisco — but a version that keeps it a little more real.
That’s Grand Central Market in downtown Los Angeles, a market arcade that originally opened in 1917, but was infused with new life two years ago.
But there are also old-school, ethnic outposts such as China Cafe, which dishes up chop suey and egg fo yeung; Valeria’s, which offers a well-stocked Latin pantry of items, including fresh mole pastes to take home to cook with; and La Casa Verde, a large produce market with very down-to-earth prices.
It’s a great place to people-watch, and to grab lunch when you and your dining companions may be craving radically different things. Just tote it all to a nearby table to dig in.
My husband opted for a special of fried chicken and steak fries at Bombo. The juicy thigh meat was dredged in panko, giving it a light yet exceptionally crisp crust. Because it was boneless, it was easy to pick up and eat. Alongside was malt vinegar, tartar sauce and some house-made pickles.
Meantime, I walked over to La Tostaderia, which specializes in ceviche to order an octopus tostada ($8). The octopus was poached in sake, leaving it very tender, then chilled and mixed with a refreshing, spicy blend of onions, tomatoes, habanero, cilantro and anchovies.
On my way back to the table where my husband sat, I couldn’t help but stop at Valerie, a scrumptious looking bakery stand.
I snagged a milk chocolate-y, chewy Durango cookie made with almonds, cocoa nibs and a dusting of Durango hickory smoked salt; plus a fudge-y brownie infused with mole, leaving it tender and earthy-sweet ($6.25 for both).
Of course, what I really wanted was one of their magnificent, towering coffee crunch cakes. Yes, modeled after the original one at Blum’s.
Next time, I plan on buying an entire one, and just diving into it at the table.
Pok Pok Phat Thai
Places like Chef Andy Ricker’s Pok Pok Phat Thai are making Chinatown hip again.
Tucked away in a mart full of mom-and-pop eateries and tchotchke stands, Pok Pok Phat Thai is teeny-tiny.
Step up to the counter, where, if you’re lucky a cute worker who looks like Keanu Reeves’ younger brother will take your order.
Once you get your food, you can customize it with containers of fish sauce, sugar, chili powder and chili-spiked vinegar.
The Phat Thai Ruam ($11.50) is a combo, allowing you to enjoy thin rice noodles cooked in pork fat with both prawns and pork.
What you’ll notice immediately about this pad thai is that it’s not tinted red nor achingly sweet like so many Americanized versions now are. Instead, you taste the pungent dried shrimp, garlic chives, fish sauce and just enough tamarind to lend a fruity-sourness.
The Kuaytiaw Khua Kai ($9) is a mix of locally made wide rice noodles stir-fried in more pork fat with chicken, cuttlefish, egg and green onions. The noodles are like a flatter version of chow fun — soft and chewy. They’re served over a mound of chopped lettuce to add a fresh, crisp element.
It’s both a retail and commercial bakery that’s grown in only a few years to four locations in Los Angeles.
In fact, it was my last stop, before we drove back to the Bay Area. So, I gleefully loaded up the backseat of the car with a baguette (heavier in texture than the traditional French one); an ooey-gooey salted caramel brownie; a monkey bread with the soft texture of coffee cake and a dusting of cinnamon almost as spicy as a Red Hot; a glorious Nutter Butter thick cookie sandwich rolled in chopped peanuts; a walnut bundle pastry with a hidden interior of creamy walnut paste; and a big cinnamon molasses cookie.
It all definitely made the drive home go faster.