#700: Coffee @ Grand Central Market.
From almond soy lattes to pupusieras to homemade flax granola to hundreds of international vendors, L.A.’s Grand Central Market is a my favorite foodie destination and coffee drinking hole I’ve ever been to. If your eyes don’t pop from the food-porn-like egg sandwiches from Egg Slut or the too-perfect-looking lattes, then your nose will surely go insane from the smell of the intoxicating bean roasts, sizzling bacon or juicy strawberries. Indecisive and overwhelmed by all our options, photographer…
#698: Mexican Brunch At KaynDaves.
The little Mamacita in me ALWAYS wants deliciously spicy, pepper-infused Mexican food, no matter what time of the day or year or place. Luckily, Costa Rican friend Dennis was on par with my slight foodie obsession and knew a good spot for a Sunday Mexican brunch after our long, exhausting and fun-filled weekend of exploring Los Angeles. KaynDaves satisfied our tastebuds, and then some.
#691: Visit An Urban Winery.
A TOAST!!!…. To delicious, mouth-watering California wines, in general. To the never-ending grape varieties and flavors that keep my tastebuds wanting more. To the entrepreneurs who bring dreamy, far-off vineyards to urban reality. To the architects who know just how to put an urban touch on a classic winery feel. To roommates who have an inside scoop on watering hole and a guy who owns it. I knew I picked a good roommate. Frank had…
#681: Play Hooky, Do Brunch Instead.
Ahh, that holy trinity of meals that I can’t ever pass up: BRUNCH. With Mom in town this week, it’s been way too tempting to just skip work and show her the town instead. So, today I may or may not have pulled a Ferris Bueller (**cue the Edward Rooney face**), and called in sick and took Mom out to Brunch. To a holy trinity of brunch spots, Great Maple. Her review? I’m stuffed. That was delish. Sadly,…
#666: Eat Fresh Fish From The Pacific.
Living by the Pacific Ocean, it’s only natural for this pescatarian foodie to crave as much fresh caught seafood as she can possibly eat (without turning into a crab, of course). So today, instead of eating out at a most-delicious-but-expensive seafood grille (there’s a few in San Diego), I bought fresh fish from the local market to pan-sear instead. Survey says: Pretty damn good, only short a little old bay.