Call me L.A. selfish, but I am greatly opposed to creating a â€œBest of L.A.â€ list, especially for our foods & restaurants. I cringe when local magazines print their â€œBest Ofâ€ issues, and hereâ€™s why. Growing up in L.A., Iâ€™ve accumulated over 40 years of my own best and worst food knowledge based on countless miles of adventure, explorations, accidental discoveries, bouts of food poisoning, word-of-mouth, patience, and just plain old trial and error.I measure those countless miles traveled as highly treasured experiences that have forged my strong bond with this city while nurturing many friendships and relationships with many good people who live and work here.Â I donâ€™t mind giving an occasional tip to someone who seems like theyâ€™d really enjoy and appreciate a place as much as I have, But when I picture some trendy-trippers or jet-set hobos dropping in on my town with a sense of entitlement to instant gratification, skimming the cityâ€™s cream of the crop while posing like regulars without paying their dues, or when I read about new to L.A.Â transplants asking â€œWhere do I findÂ Boston Style Thisâ€,.. orÂ â€œChicago style thatâ€ it all makes me quite buggy. But that’s just my trip. Most â€œBest Ofâ€ lists include well known gastronomic treasures that have been discovered and rediscovered by new generations of fans, but in my humble opinion, cherry picking the town denies you the opportunity to actually LIVE it, and denies our town any chance of at least trying to form a sense of community. So, donâ€™t look for any shortcuts from me, I will rarely reveal my favorite L.A. eats. I say, walk the streets, get out there on your own and find what makes you happy. Besides, most recommendations can be very over-rated.
I am glad however, to provide my own little nostalgic list of â€œLong Goneâ€ local favorite L.A. eateries that made my life a happy one throughout the years.
These places have now faded away into the graveyard of L.A. memories,Â But if you happen to recognize any of these, hey- youâ€™ve got (had) great taste! For some reason, most of my favorite joints were non-fancy dives, â€œComida del Puebloâ€ as my Dad would say.
1.Â The Original Johnnyâ€™s Shrimp Boat– 2nd & Main St., Downtown L.A.
Youâ€™ve heard of the red carpet? This place had a â€œWino Carpetâ€. You literally had to step over them to get into this tiny shed where a bunch of Asian guys furiously flung battered shrimp around clouds of grease. Youâ€™d order fried shrimp to go and the paper bags would be transparent by the time you got home. I remember eating my short ribs, gravy & rice with a slice of buttered bread sitting in the family car while watching the boxers across the street go upstairs to the Main Street Gym. The original ownerâ€™s kin opened another Johnnyâ€™s Shrimp Boat stand that still operates today. Itâ€™s OK, but not like the original.
Photo Above is of the Original Johnny’s Shrimp Boat on Main St., Downtown, circa 1970’s.
2.Â Thriftyâ€™s Coffee Shop– Whittier Blvd. & Ferris Ave., E.L.A.
Good God. The Logjammer Breakfast. The Apple Cobbler with Vanilla Sauce, A La Mode. The Strawberry Shortcake with whipped cream, all indescribably delicious! When I’d finally get up from their food counter, I’d go into the store itself and whatever was left of my allowance I’d spend it on Comic Books and Hot WheelsÂ®.
Â 3.Â Chicken Boy– Broadway & 4th, Downtown L.A.
When my parents would take me downtown, or â€œEL Centroâ€ as everyone called it (funny- I remember downtown always being called â€œThe Centerâ€, so the Eastside really isâ€¦., sorry! I digress..) We would often eat at Chicken Boyâ€™s. Huge pieces of hot, spicy, crunchy juicy fried chicken with a mound of tangy cole slaw and fluffy rolls with honey. Back in those days, everybody could just walk into the movie theaters on Broadway with outside food, so youâ€™d be watching the movie with the whole place smelling of everybodyâ€™s Chicken Boy Fried Chicken dinners.
4.Â Sid & Hyâ€™s– 8thÂ & Olive Street, Downtown
Hot dogs made in heaven. A little 8 foot shack where these two crazy old white guys worked side by side plucking hot franks and buns straight from a steaming hot box, slathered hot chili, onions & mustard on, hand squeezed fresh orange juice or made you a chocolate egg cream, and handed it all to you in about a minute after youâ€™d ordered, for about three bucks.
5.Â Orange Julius– Various locations
Whatever happened to this Orange Juice and Egg batter concoction? Damn- It was good! They even had a cool little Devil head Logo,
6.Â Kmart– Whittier Blvd. City of Commerce.
I donâ€™t know about other Kmarts, but ours had a Deli/Snack bar with the greatest giant Submarine Sandwiches as well as Jell-O, pudding cups, Slurpies and all sorts of neat crap. Iâ€™d often be shopping with my Mom when the voice on the P.A. would announce, â€œAttention Kmart shoppers, Come to the Flashing Blue Light at our Deli right now and get two delicious Submarine Sandwiches for $1.00!â€ Weâ€™d all make a bee-line!
7.Â Billâ€™s Paradise– Beverly Blvd. & Hendricks Ave., Montebello.
Unbelievably good late night comfort food. Menu favorites were the â€œFour Finger Dogâ€, and the â€œBillâ€™s Special Burgerâ€. The running gag was that the waitress was giving you â€œThe Eyeâ€. When actually, she really only had one eye. Not funny. Some people are going to hell for that. Thereâ€™s a sort of new incarnation of it today in the original location, but again, not the same.
8.Â Yee Low Deli– Atlantic Square, Monterey Park.
The best freaking deli style Chinese food Iâ€™ve ever had. I have drool dreams to this day of their Black Bean Chicken, Egg Rolls, big thick Chow-Fun Noodles and Chinese Chicken Salad. If I had a Time Machine, Iâ€™d use a trip just to visit this place again.
9.Â Cha Cha Cha Panaderia– Whittier Bl. near McBride Ave., E.L.A.
Everyone has their favorite Pan Dulce joint, but this one was legendary in our neighborhood. Every one of their breads was a delicious, fluffy treat. For about $2.00 youâ€™d carry home two big, hot steaming bags of finger lickinâ€™ good sweet bread and bolillos along with a box of â€œLa Abuelitaâ€ chocolate for Mom to make. And that night, weâ€™d eat like Aztec Kings.
10.Â Sears Candy Counter– Olympic & Soto, Boyle Heights.
Who could make up their minds while choosing from that sweet selection of candy deep within the bowels of the Sears Roebuck store.Â While my Mom was upstairs buying my clothes in the â€œHusky Boysâ€ section, Iâ€™d be downstairs blowing my pinchi allowance on chocolate covered raisins, coconut bars, popcorn and video games.