Time flies when you're out and about and experiencing Los Angeles, as MrLA does. I conducted a tour of the Los Angeles Wine Country, largely unknown to Angelenos themselves, on March 19. I know that my last posts have all been about and make me seem to be a paid spokesperson for Los Angeles-area wineries but I keep discovering far more wineries, with their respective vineyards, like Napa Valley, within a 45-minute drive from DTLA. From the venerable San Antonio Winery, often the only winery many Angelenos know, to the Joseph Filippi Winery in Rancho Cucamonga (one of the oldest wineries in Southern California with a few of it's original vineyards growing grapes that produce their delicious wines) to the Reyes Winery in Santa Clarita, not only one of the new breed of wineries creating this Los Angeles Wine Country but growing grapes in landscapes that resemble Napa or Sonoma wineries, five local ladies enjoyed visiting and tasting wines from our local lands, along with MrLA and Giovanni, whose van drove us comfortably and safely to these locations.
When we arrived at the Reyes Winery, MrLA discovered that not only were there 40 different wineries, vineyards, and tasting rooms in the recently-created Sierra Pelona American Viticulture Area, those entities will be gathering on April 23 to promote their wines and foods while raising funds for the programs of the Santa Clarita Valley Center. More about that in an upcoming post.
I had the marvelous opportunity to speak with Robert Reyes, the owner of Reyes Winery, and Beth Bode, marketing director for the winery. They informed me how a burgeoning number of wineries and vineyards had sprung up so abundantly throughout the area from Santa Clarita to Acton, among the Sierra Pelona Mountains, north of CA Highway 14, that local winemakers petitioned the U. S. Treasury Department in 2009 to create a new AVA (American Viticulture Area), recognizing these establishments as wine producers. On August 23, 2010, the Sierra Pelona American Viticulture Area became the first such area in the Los Angeles region since the 1880's! Yet, most of these and other local wineries remain virtually unknown, "under the radar", to most Southern Californians. As I've mentioned in my other wine-related posts, there is no reason for Angelenos to put $50.00 of gas to travel hours to other wineries when $50.00 will get you tastings at two Los Angeles-area wineries, plus gas, an inexpensive meal, and vistas that rival Napa and Sonoma for beauty!
At nearby Agua Dulce Winery, one can sip wines and stay in sumptuous accomodations in a home resembling the White House than an inn. In the heart of the Sierra Pelona AVA is Le Chene, a new and increasingly popular French restaurant which, naturally features wines from local wineries. The connection with local wineries is so close that Reyes wines can be bought at the Reyes Winery, taken to Le Chene, opened without a corkage fee, AND accompany a meal that will be discounted by 15% simply for having bought and opened a Reyes wine. While this might not be St. Helena and the French Laundry, Southern California's version is fantastic and worthy of being mentioned in the same breath with other such winery-restaurant pairings in other wine countries.
Join me and other explorers of Los Angeles: Under the Radar as we explore the Sierra Pelona AVA and its wineries as we attend an upcoming festival featuring the wines of the area and excellent foods to pair them with. Stay tuned for more information on this wine festival on Wednesday!
Reyes Winery
10262 Sierra Highway
Agua Dulce, CA 91390
(661) 268-1865
www.Reyeswinery.com
Agua Dulce Winery
9640 Sierra Highway
Agua Dulce, CA 91390
(661) 772-0145
www.aguadulcewinery.com
Le Chene
12625 Sierra Highway
Agua Dulce, CA 91390
(6610 251-4315
www.lechene.com
More than 40 Wineries Within 40 Miles of Downtown Los Angeles! Find Out Where!More Than 40 Wineries Within 40 Miles of Downtown LA. Find Out Where!
MrLA leads you on a journey through the restaurants, bars, clubs, muesuems, neighborhoods, festivals, and everything else that makes living in this beautiful, exciting, complex city a one-of-a-kind experience, as only a native Angeleno knows(I'm so Angeleno I live in the same house in Northeast Los Angeles that I grew up in). See L. A. with me as only someone who has lived his entire life here knows it.
Monday, March 28, 2016
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
The Best Things in Los Angeles are...........UNDER THE RADAR!
Being a lifelong Angeleno, I've come across people who fall into 3 categories (how Virgo of me! -):
1. Those who come to Los Angeles for film, tv, and music fame, who start living and leaving the "Glamour Ghetto" ( La Brea Ave. west to the Pacific Ocean; Burbank west to Woodland Hills), believing this is Los Angeles and it conforms to the images on tv that they see (made by men and women who live and work in the Glamour Ghetto). To these people, "Downey" and "El Sereno" are places on Jupiter, as far as they're concerned;
2. Those who are born and raised in Los Angeles but live their lives in a limited circle and are not usually tuned into the artistic or cultural events going on in the city; AND
3. Immigrants who, by virtue of their newness to not only to Los Angeles but to the United States, are clueless or are uninterested in that that makes the city unique. Their world is that of survival and safety, physical and cultural, having others from the same country and/or ethnicity as they are.
The vastness of Los Angeles exacerbates the tendency of all three groups to not seek out or who remain unaware of the historical, cultural, artistic, and ethnic richness that are unique in the way they play out in the daily lives of Angelenos. I first was clued to that richness when the 1984 Olympics were held in Los Angeles. The Olympic Committee created the Olympics Arts Festival, which, for those of us who experienced it, was the first time Angelenos came from all over, put their fears and prejudices aside, got their "adventurer" on, and discovered that this vast city was really a larger village with "villagers" coming from different countries, different regions of the U. S., mixing with those who were born or lived much of their lives in Los Angeles. I attended the Soccer Semi-Final match between Morocco and Brazil as well as a fashion show of Middle Eastern fashions at Al-Amir, a long-closed Lebanese restaurant next to E Entertainment on Wilshire Blvd. I went to two free Shakespeare plays and Spanish tabla dancing in Griffith Park. Every day, in the Los Angeles Times and the Los Angeles Herald-Examiner published the daily and weekly listings of the Olympic Arts Festival. It was the first time in my memory where the city was alive in the way Rio is during Carnival. It was the first time I felt that I was in a brother- and sisterhood with people I'd shied away from knowing. That was one of the singular moments of my life.
I will be highlighting areas that not only continue to be this eclectic in their ethnic makeup but eclectic in their art, music, food, and their relations with their neighbors.
Stay tuned for further entries into "L. A. Under the Radar"!
1. Those who come to Los Angeles for film, tv, and music fame, who start living and leaving the "Glamour Ghetto" ( La Brea Ave. west to the Pacific Ocean; Burbank west to Woodland Hills), believing this is Los Angeles and it conforms to the images on tv that they see (made by men and women who live and work in the Glamour Ghetto). To these people, "Downey" and "El Sereno" are places on Jupiter, as far as they're concerned;
2. Those who are born and raised in Los Angeles but live their lives in a limited circle and are not usually tuned into the artistic or cultural events going on in the city; AND
3. Immigrants who, by virtue of their newness to not only to Los Angeles but to the United States, are clueless or are uninterested in that that makes the city unique. Their world is that of survival and safety, physical and cultural, having others from the same country and/or ethnicity as they are.
The vastness of Los Angeles exacerbates the tendency of all three groups to not seek out or who remain unaware of the historical, cultural, artistic, and ethnic richness that are unique in the way they play out in the daily lives of Angelenos. I first was clued to that richness when the 1984 Olympics were held in Los Angeles. The Olympic Committee created the Olympics Arts Festival, which, for those of us who experienced it, was the first time Angelenos came from all over, put their fears and prejudices aside, got their "adventurer" on, and discovered that this vast city was really a larger village with "villagers" coming from different countries, different regions of the U. S., mixing with those who were born or lived much of their lives in Los Angeles. I attended the Soccer Semi-Final match between Morocco and Brazil as well as a fashion show of Middle Eastern fashions at Al-Amir, a long-closed Lebanese restaurant next to E Entertainment on Wilshire Blvd. I went to two free Shakespeare plays and Spanish tabla dancing in Griffith Park. Every day, in the Los Angeles Times and the Los Angeles Herald-Examiner published the daily and weekly listings of the Olympic Arts Festival. It was the first time in my memory where the city was alive in the way Rio is during Carnival. It was the first time I felt that I was in a brother- and sisterhood with people I'd shied away from knowing. That was one of the singular moments of my life.
I will be highlighting areas that not only continue to be this eclectic in their ethnic makeup but eclectic in their art, music, food, and their relations with their neighbors.
Stay tuned for further entries into "L. A. Under the Radar"!
Thursday, January 14, 2016
The City of Angels and its Angelic Wines!
Wines! California Wines! The world over, images of vineyards bring about vistas of Mediterranean-style landscapes studded with luscious acres of multiple-colored grapes rolling over hills and valleys, with vineyard owners and guests enjoying a Tuscan meal of cheeses, fruits, and wines made from the luscious grapes, looking out over a veritable Garden of Eden of wine grapes. Where is this heaven on Earth? Many people would say "Napa Valley"; others would say "Sonoma"; others might say "Temecula". "Los Angeles". Whoaaaaaaaaaaaa! "Los Angeles"? Wine shops, maybe but winemaking? The second largest city in America! More cars in traffic than there are people in California? There are no vineyards or wineries in Los Angeles. WRONG! Not only is Los Angeles home to some of the newest wineries in the United States, there would be no American wine industry without the wineries first founded in Los Angeles, almost 200 years ago.
Everyone remembers the Pilgrims, those disgruntled English people who gave us Thanksgiving, the Mayflower, and unhealthy notions of sex, liquor, and love. They actually made great beer and they attempted, many times, to make wines out of native New England grapes. They failed. Those grapes produced sour wines or wines that tasted like raw maple syrup. After a few years, the Pilgrims gave up winemaking and did what they did best: tell other people how to live their lives.
A hundred and fifty years later, Spanish missionaries brought the first wine grapes to California, which is where American wine history was made. Like most of the people the Spanish missionaries served, the wine grape brought to California was a hybrid of grapes from different breeds and mixed in Latin America. Spain owned much of Italy for 250 years. One of the Italian grapes, the Minorca, made the trip to the New World and mixed successfully with native Mexican, Chilean, and Argentinian grapes to form another variety, known as the Criolla (Kree-oy-a). The Criolla came to California and, because of its association with the Spanish missionaries, it became known as the Mission Grape.
Although the first recorded harvest of grapes and California winemaking occurred at Mission San Juan Capistrano, it was at the San Gabriel Mission that winemaking became a California industry.
The climate in the San Gabriel Valley proved ideal for the Mission Grape. The San Gabriel Mission produced more grapes and wine than the other 20 missions in California. Often, wines from San Gabriel were CARE packages to other missions not able to grow as many grapes or make as much wine. Although the wine was to be used only for the Catholic Mass, so much wine flowed from San Gabriel that the missionaries developed a nice business selling wine to soldiers, their wives, and other colonists living nearby.
A few years after San Gabriel Mission was founded, King Charles III of Spain ordered an actual town be founded near San Gabriel to bring more Spanish colonists that would protect Southern California from those evil English and Russians (in the mind of King Charles, at least) to take away California from Spain, as Spain did to the Native Americans. When that town was founded in 1781 with the name of Nuestra Senora la Reina de los Angeles de Porciuncula, not only did that town grow up to be Los Angeles, the San Gabriel missionaries gave the people of Los Angeles a house warming gift. Guess what that was? Mission grapes. You can imagine what happened then!
The Mission Grape grew more abundantly in Los Angeles than even at the San Gabriel Mission. There seemed to be more wine bottles per inhabitant than tortillas. As many of the residents grew wealthy, people with last names such as Verdugo, Sepulveda, and Dominguez added their private vineyards and wineries to their sprawling ranches. There is something inevitable about Los Angeles and liquor that Jose Maria Verdugo's private winery from 1795 stood where today's insanely popular Golden Road Brewery brews beer near the Los Angeles River, in Glendale.
It was only a matter of time that wine in Los Angeles went from private to commercial. A gift by priests at Los Angeles' mother church, Our Lady Queen of Angels, awarded some of its vineyards to its first Yankee American resident, Joseph Chapman, as a thank you for building the church. In 1824, Chapman opens the winery later known as Chapman & Sons on that site, the first commercial winery in the United States.
Under Mexican rule, Los Angeles attracted hundreds of French and Italian immigrants, many of whom grew grapes, made wine, and sold them profitably. After Los Angeles became American, many Croatian, German, Austrian, Greek, and Chilean immigrants opened wineries, making Anaheim and Cucamonga the premier wine producing regions of the United States for the latter 19th and early 20th centuries. Southern California grapes even saved worldwide winemaking when Cucamonga Mission grapes were the only ones resistant to the deadly (and decimating) phylloxera, almost making winemaking extinct. These local grapes saved the day for all of us to enjoy our California wines. There were 165 wineries in Los Angeles County alone. Where did they go? Why don't we see them today
Los Angeles marketed itself all too well as a Garden of Eden. Millions have made Los Angeles city and county home. Land companies made millions, too: millions of dollars buying vineyards and wineries, turning them into office buildings, tract homes, freeways, etc. Only the J. Filippi Winery in Rancho Cucamonga and the San Antonio Winery in Downtown Los Angeles remain from the original glory years of Los Angeles winemaking.
Good news! Los Angeles winemaking has made a major comeback only it is of the "less is more" variety. There are a dozen "microwineries" within a 45-minute drive from Downtown Los Angeles. These started out as "toys" of financiers who wanted to be winemakers so they bought existing or planted new vineyards that produced such good grapes that the owners built wineries and tasting rooms to publicize their new wines. Unlike J. Filippi or the San Antonio Winery, microwineries like Rosenthal (in Malibu), Cornell (on Mulholland Drive in Agoura Hills), and the Reyes Winery (in the shadow of Vasquez Rocks, outside of Santa Clarita) plant small batches of grapes and bottle small batches of wine. Cornell and Rosenthal are selling limited numbers of bottles in Los Angeles area wine shops but the best experience, the true L. A. winemaking experience as the Verdugos, Sepulvedas, and other early iconic families did: out in the open, at a winery, next to the grapes that produced them.
Mr LA Tours had such great success with its first bus tour taking adventurers to three local microwineries that, by popular demand, the next motor coach/bus tour, Valentine to LA Wineries Tour, will start and end at the granddaddy of L. A. wineries, the San Antonio Winery, on Sat. April 2, 2016, from 10 a.m.-4:00 p.m. Visit: www.mrlatours.com for more information or call (323) 452-2743 for more details.
Everyone remembers the Pilgrims, those disgruntled English people who gave us Thanksgiving, the Mayflower, and unhealthy notions of sex, liquor, and love. They actually made great beer and they attempted, many times, to make wines out of native New England grapes. They failed. Those grapes produced sour wines or wines that tasted like raw maple syrup. After a few years, the Pilgrims gave up winemaking and did what they did best: tell other people how to live their lives.
A hundred and fifty years later, Spanish missionaries brought the first wine grapes to California, which is where American wine history was made. Like most of the people the Spanish missionaries served, the wine grape brought to California was a hybrid of grapes from different breeds and mixed in Latin America. Spain owned much of Italy for 250 years. One of the Italian grapes, the Minorca, made the trip to the New World and mixed successfully with native Mexican, Chilean, and Argentinian grapes to form another variety, known as the Criolla (Kree-oy-a). The Criolla came to California and, because of its association with the Spanish missionaries, it became known as the Mission Grape.
Although the first recorded harvest of grapes and California winemaking occurred at Mission San Juan Capistrano, it was at the San Gabriel Mission that winemaking became a California industry.
The climate in the San Gabriel Valley proved ideal for the Mission Grape. The San Gabriel Mission produced more grapes and wine than the other 20 missions in California. Often, wines from San Gabriel were CARE packages to other missions not able to grow as many grapes or make as much wine. Although the wine was to be used only for the Catholic Mass, so much wine flowed from San Gabriel that the missionaries developed a nice business selling wine to soldiers, their wives, and other colonists living nearby.
A few years after San Gabriel Mission was founded, King Charles III of Spain ordered an actual town be founded near San Gabriel to bring more Spanish colonists that would protect Southern California from those evil English and Russians (in the mind of King Charles, at least) to take away California from Spain, as Spain did to the Native Americans. When that town was founded in 1781 with the name of Nuestra Senora la Reina de los Angeles de Porciuncula, not only did that town grow up to be Los Angeles, the San Gabriel missionaries gave the people of Los Angeles a house warming gift. Guess what that was? Mission grapes. You can imagine what happened then!
The Mission Grape grew more abundantly in Los Angeles than even at the San Gabriel Mission. There seemed to be more wine bottles per inhabitant than tortillas. As many of the residents grew wealthy, people with last names such as Verdugo, Sepulveda, and Dominguez added their private vineyards and wineries to their sprawling ranches. There is something inevitable about Los Angeles and liquor that Jose Maria Verdugo's private winery from 1795 stood where today's insanely popular Golden Road Brewery brews beer near the Los Angeles River, in Glendale.
It was only a matter of time that wine in Los Angeles went from private to commercial. A gift by priests at Los Angeles' mother church, Our Lady Queen of Angels, awarded some of its vineyards to its first Yankee American resident, Joseph Chapman, as a thank you for building the church. In 1824, Chapman opens the winery later known as Chapman & Sons on that site, the first commercial winery in the United States.
Under Mexican rule, Los Angeles attracted hundreds of French and Italian immigrants, many of whom grew grapes, made wine, and sold them profitably. After Los Angeles became American, many Croatian, German, Austrian, Greek, and Chilean immigrants opened wineries, making Anaheim and Cucamonga the premier wine producing regions of the United States for the latter 19th and early 20th centuries. Southern California grapes even saved worldwide winemaking when Cucamonga Mission grapes were the only ones resistant to the deadly (and decimating) phylloxera, almost making winemaking extinct. These local grapes saved the day for all of us to enjoy our California wines. There were 165 wineries in Los Angeles County alone. Where did they go? Why don't we see them today
Los Angeles marketed itself all too well as a Garden of Eden. Millions have made Los Angeles city and county home. Land companies made millions, too: millions of dollars buying vineyards and wineries, turning them into office buildings, tract homes, freeways, etc. Only the J. Filippi Winery in Rancho Cucamonga and the San Antonio Winery in Downtown Los Angeles remain from the original glory years of Los Angeles winemaking.
Good news! Los Angeles winemaking has made a major comeback only it is of the "less is more" variety. There are a dozen "microwineries" within a 45-minute drive from Downtown Los Angeles. These started out as "toys" of financiers who wanted to be winemakers so they bought existing or planted new vineyards that produced such good grapes that the owners built wineries and tasting rooms to publicize their new wines. Unlike J. Filippi or the San Antonio Winery, microwineries like Rosenthal (in Malibu), Cornell (on Mulholland Drive in Agoura Hills), and the Reyes Winery (in the shadow of Vasquez Rocks, outside of Santa Clarita) plant small batches of grapes and bottle small batches of wine. Cornell and Rosenthal are selling limited numbers of bottles in Los Angeles area wine shops but the best experience, the true L. A. winemaking experience as the Verdugos, Sepulvedas, and other early iconic families did: out in the open, at a winery, next to the grapes that produced them.
Mr LA Tours had such great success with its first bus tour taking adventurers to three local microwineries that, by popular demand, the next motor coach/bus tour, Valentine to LA Wineries Tour, will start and end at the granddaddy of L. A. wineries, the San Antonio Winery, on Sat. April 2, 2016, from 10 a.m.-4:00 p.m. Visit: www.mrlatours.com for more information or call (323) 452-2743 for more details.
Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Oy, Caramba! Mexicans and Jews Get Together in L. A. Boy, Did They!
Los Angeles has more Mexicans than any other city outside of Mexico. Los Angeles has the second largest Jewish population in the United States and the fourth largest in the world. Yet, Angelenos and people outside Los Angeles don't even bat an eyelash in linking Mexicans and Jews in Los Angeles. The only thing more under the radar than that are insects splattering on car windshields during the summer.
Having both Mexican friends and Jewish friends in L. A., also having dated a few Jewish women back in my 20's, there is seeming almost-total disconnection between the Mexican communities of largely the Eastside, South Central L. A., and the East Valley and the Jewish communities of the Westside and Southeastern San Fernando Valley. To the casual observer and to many Angelenos, the two communities mix, at best, between Spanish-speaking help and Jewish homeowners. One might as well be talking of Venus and Mars as of Jews and Mexicans, for the amount to which both groups are aware of each other in L. A.
What older Mexican-Americans and Jewish-Americans who were born and raised in Los Angeles know is the strong though unpublicized bond that has existed among Mexicans and Jews since Los Angeles (and California) was part of Mexico. It's still hard for most Americans to wrap around their heads that Jews played a significant role in the settlement and development of the American West. Yes, there were Jewish cowboys driving cattle, many more than the history books and Western movies would tell us.
Jacob Frankfort was the first recorded Jewish person to arrive in the Mexican town of Nuestra Senora la Reina de Los Angeles de Porciuncula (L.A.) in 1841. He stayed long enough to become one of the wealthiest men in that tiny town by the time the U. S. took over in 1847. He went aboard the Peruvian ship, Ascencion, in 1845, docked in San Pedro Harbor, to appraise the ship's contents. He was sent by the mayor of Los Angeles. Frankfort knew enough Spanish by then to do his job. That set the pattern for Mexican-Jewish relations for the next century.
This is the Los Angeles that Jacob Frankfort lived in, 1848, one year after Los Angeles became the United States.
There were eight Jewish inhabitants in Los Angeles in 1850, when California became a state and the American city of Los Angeles was created. One of those eight, Morris Goodman, became one of the first city councilmen. He started a tradition that continues today, with councilmembers Paul Koretz, Mitchell Englander, and Bob Blumenfield.
As the city grew, so did the Jewish population. Because the city maintained a Spanish-speaking majority population until the 1870's, Los Angeles' Jewish community knew Spanish and catered most of their business to the Mexican community. This would also occur into the 20th Century with Jewish storeowners, bankers, and other professionals becoming immersed in Spanish-speaking communities and offering their services, often in Spanish. Some of the new Jewish arrivals, such as Joseph Newmark, came to Los Angeles in 1854, made great wealth in farming and ranching, adopted the Spanish Don lifestyle that his neighbors, the Picos, Sepulvedas, Carrillos, and Verdugos had lived. He built an adobe that stood until the 1930's and became the founder of Montebello and his land became Monterey Park. His and other Jewish families were so integrated into Los Angeles culture that Harris Newmark's "My Sixty Years in Southern California" is considered one of the essential histories of early Los Angeles.
The leading Spanish-speaking Californio families enjoyed close relationships with many of their Jewish neighbors. MrLA was astounded one day when, on a tour of the Casa de Adobe in Highland Park, a replica of a typical Californio mansion of the Spanish/Mexican era, a 60-ish woman and her husband were talking about how the wife remembered seeing furniture and cowhides at her Uncle Antonio's house. In conversation, she told me that she and her husband were from one of the oldest Jewish families in Los Angeles. Who was Uncle Antonio? He was Antonio Sepulveda, of THE Sepulvedas, of Sepulveda Blvd. fame. Her father worked for Antonio Sepulveda. Her family and the Sepulvedas were so close, she called Antonio "Uncle Antonio" and grew up visiting him at his ancestral adobe near Culver City.
Yes, most Mexicans were staunchly Catholic and Jews were Jewish. Anti-Semitism was always present in Los Angeles although, among Mexicans, it was never serious enough to prevent close friendships from happening or preventing both groups from living next to each other. It was only dating and marriage between them that proved a consistent conflict between Mexicans and Jews.
For much of L. A. history, little was known of Mexican-Jewish intermarriage. Publicly, such unions were discouraged although there were certainly such unions, whether they were official or unofficial unions. Particularly among Jews, intermarriage was seen as threatening the existence of Judaism. Nonetheless, as the years rolled on, with greater numbers of Mexicans and Jews living next to each other and going to schools together, there would be romances and, extremely so, marriages. MrLA was a teacher's assistant at a Hollywood elementary school in the early 1980's, putting himself through college. He met an older woman named Dolores, who grew up in the San Fernando Valley but was the daughter of a man and woman who grew up, met, and married in Boyle Heights. The father was Mexican-American; the mother, Jewish-American. Dolores told me how her father, a dark-skinned man and her mother, fair-skinned, would not be served in some restaurants in Los Angeles during the 1940's and both families practically disowned them. Despite those and many other bigoted slights, including living Mexican/Jewish in a mainly WASP San Fernando Valley in the 1950's, Dolores' parents remained married, had children, knew their grandchildren, and both families eventually came to accept their marriage. MrLA worked as an elementary teacher in his other lifetime. He was friends with a group of female Jewish teachers who married Mexican-American and other Latino men. These ladies spoke fluent Spanish and were as at home on the Eastside as they were on the Westside, where they were raised. One of MrLA's classmates when he was being certified as a teacher was a woman named Carole, who was from one of the many Jewish families living in Baldwin Hills in the 1960's who married an African-American classmate from Dorsey High School. It might not have been the "epidemic" that the Jewish community in Los Angeles might've thought but there was a lot of mixing going on between Mexicans and Jews in L.A. Like a lot of romantic/sexual activity that is frowned upon by mainstream society, Mexican/Jewish unions were quietly, sometimes, anonymously entered into, sometimes kept on the down low but they happened and happened more often than Angelenos then and now might've realized.
Sephardic Jews are Jews that trace their ancestry to Portuguese and Spanish Jewish communities that existed before they were destroyed by the kings of Portugal and Spain in the 1490's. Like Gypsies, they scattered to many countries around the world. Many would make their way to Los Angeles from the 1850's onward. It could be said that Los Angeles' Sephardic Jews were the bridge that made contact between Mexicans and Jews so easy in Los Angeles. S. K. Labatt and Solomon Lazard were two of the earliest Sephardic Jews in Los Angeles. Not to diminish the contributions of other Jewish communities but the Sephardic community not only influenced the pattern of relationships between Mexicans and Jews in Los Angeles, they left a gigantic imprint on Los Angeles institutions WAY beyond their numbers. Sephardic Jews speak Ladino, a language that is largely 15th Century Spanish mixed with some Hebrew and words from Middle Eastern countries where Sephardics went after their communities in Portugal and Spain were destroyed. Speakers of Spanish and Ladino speak to and understand each other very easily. S. K. Labatt and Solomon Lazard came to Los Angeles and set up shops, selling to the largely Spanish-speaking Angelenos of the 1850's. They communicated with their neighbors easily and became friends as well as business associates of both the Latino Californios and later arrivals of Jewish with non-Hispanic backgrounds. It was Labatt and Lazard that started the first Jewish organization in Los Angeles, The Hebrew Benevolent Association. Among it's achievements was the creation of the first Jewish cemetery in Los Angeles. Located in Chavez Ravine, there's a marker nowadays that marks the site of that cemetery. In 1910, the remains in that cemetery were moved to other, newer Jewish cemeteries in Boyle Heights and East Los Angeles.
Marker Showing Site of the First Jewish Cemetery in Los Angeles
The Hebrew Benevolent Association later created the first synagogue in Los Angeles: B'nai Brith. It continues 153 years later as the Wilshire Boulevard Temple on the Miracle Mile, one of Los Angeles' landmarks and home to many celebrity weddings over the years.


Solomon Lazard and the Legacies He Left.
Into the 20th Century, Labatt led the way to the creation of two of Los Angeles' iconic hospitals: Cedars-Sinai Medical Center and City of Hope.


Those few of us Angelenos left who grew up in Los Angeles between 1910-1960 remember Boyle Heights as the center of the Mexican community, the center of the Japanese community, the Russian community, the Croatian community, an important African-American and Italian community and, most definitely, the center of the Jewish community. Synagogues, delis, day schools, and Judaica would be found throughout Boyle Heights. Next to the Lower East Side of New York, more Jews lived in Los Angeles than any other city. The community life within the Jewish community was strong. Doctors, lawyers, teachers, political activists came out from Boyle Heights. So did Mickey Cohen and Johnny Stompanato, two of the most infamous gangsters in American history. All her life, Cohen's housekeeper mother would say her son was a good boy, after arrests but the Jewish community of Boyle Heights was one of the first to call President Franklin D. Roosevelt to increase immigration for Jewish refugees fleeing Nazi Germany; call for the creation of Israel; fight to end racial discrimination that kept African-Americans east of Alameda Street and South of Downtown by law; loudly called to end the illegal mass deportations of Mexicans and Mexican-Americans to Mexico during the Depression, etc. It was in Boyle Heights that Alice Greenfield McGrath grew up among Mexicans. Her familiarity and ease with Mexican culture permitted this Jewish woman to raise money for the defense of 12 Mexican-American youth charged with a murder that they didn't commit at a water pit sensationally called "Sleepy Lagoon", a murder case that, along with the Scottsboro Boys, became a hallmark of racism in the American legal system that became the basis for the famous play and film, "Zoot Suit".
The business and community life in Boyle Heights was a kaleidoscope of cultures and great activity. Anyone remember seeing Dr. Cohen, the credit dentist, whose Downtown L. A. and East L. A. offices catered heavily to Spanish speakers? He did tv ads on KMEX-TV, Channel 34 until the early 1970's. Canter's Deli, the home of hipsters and Hollywood A-list wannabes didn't start life on Fairfax. It started on Brooklyn Avenue in 1931. There are generations, now graying, that remember Zellman's on Brooklyn Avenue (now Cesar Chavez Avenue but named for many Jewish residents who migrated from New York to Boyle Heights in east Los Angeles) and Manny Zelman, the last owner of the store, rooted in Boyle Heights until his was the only Jewish-owned store left in Boyle Heights. Manny and his son, Dean, closed the store in 1999 but Dean Zellman stayed on in Boyle Heights' Neighborhood Council.
If there was such a historic bond between Mexicans and Jews in Los Angeles, why don't we, Angelenos, see that, hear about it, read about it? Why does no one no about it?
After World War II, soldiers of all kinds were offered the G. I. Bill of Rights. They came back from
the war empowered to do things they would not have had the idea nor the money to do, such as buy homes. With the end of racial covenants in California, which allowed legal segregation by giving homeowners rights to refuse to sell to non-whites and non-WASPs, Jews, Mexicans, and African-Americans could move to the new housing developments. Jews moved out of Boyle Heights to the Fairfax area and the Westside, generally. Mexican-American veterans and their families moved eastward and southward into housing developments in Pico-Rivera, Montebello, Commerce, Downey, and Paramount, among others, creating not just a physical distance but a physical and cultural divide so great that future generations of Mexican- and Jewish-Americans no longer interacted nor knew of each other. The younger generations of those groups are not, generally, conscious of each other's existence, as their grandparents had been.
As those families left Boyle Heights, a steady, constant stream of Mexican immigrants used Boyle Heights as a "port of entry", their place of settlement after arriving from Mexico. So, for generations, Boyle Heights was all but turned into a Mexican city. The poverty that comprises much of the Boyle Heights community and media focus on gang crime in the area have, until the last 5 years, stigmatized Boyle Heights, causing Westside and Valley Jews to not see any need to visit Boyle Heights, viewing the community as threatening and the Boyle Heights community viewing the Jews with suspicion and bewilderment.
Since World War II, waves of Jewish migrants from other American cities and Jewish immigrants from other countries have settled in Jewish communities on the Westside and the San Fernando Valley. Not having grown up in Los Angeles and not having much daily contact with Mexicans, the Mexicans were now seen as the "other", a foreign, untrustworthy, even culturally/racially inferior group of people that best stay in their neighborhoods, not the cordiality and equality that had characterized Mexican/Jewish relations in Los Angeles.
As the per capita incomes of Jewish and Latino Angelenos have grown more unequal over the last 60 years, the dynamics of class, language, and race differences inform the interaction most Mexicans and Jews now have with each other: one of Jewish boss/Mexican (or other Latino nationality) worker. The nannies, gardeners, housekeepers, and landscapers of many Westside and Valley Jewish middle/upper middle class homes have been Mexican immigrants. While cordial relations can and do exist in these situations, the relationship is that of employer/employee, not as peers, as had been the case between Mexican and Jews in Los Angeles until World War II. That has inhibited the mixing and understanding of one group by the other.
Because Los Angeles has grown so exponentially, in size and in population, since the end of World War II, communities tend to live in "bubbles", areas that people have marked for work, living, and recreation that create a personal and community living space so walled-in because there are miles that have separated ethnic communities from each other, living parallel lives without intersecting each other.

Canter's Deli, in Boyle Heights, circa 1940.

Mural Depicting Historic Relationship of Mexicans and Jews, at Canters Deli, Fairfax Avenue

Breed Street Shul, (Congregation Talmud Torah), Oldest Synagogue in Boyle Heights. Now a community historical interpretive center for the history of Boyle Heights.
Zellman's Men's Wear, Circa 2000, on Cesar Chavez Ave. (Ex-Brooklyn Ave.)


Having both Mexican friends and Jewish friends in L. A., also having dated a few Jewish women back in my 20's, there is seeming almost-total disconnection between the Mexican communities of largely the Eastside, South Central L. A., and the East Valley and the Jewish communities of the Westside and Southeastern San Fernando Valley. To the casual observer and to many Angelenos, the two communities mix, at best, between Spanish-speaking help and Jewish homeowners. One might as well be talking of Venus and Mars as of Jews and Mexicans, for the amount to which both groups are aware of each other in L. A.
What older Mexican-Americans and Jewish-Americans who were born and raised in Los Angeles know is the strong though unpublicized bond that has existed among Mexicans and Jews since Los Angeles (and California) was part of Mexico. It's still hard for most Americans to wrap around their heads that Jews played a significant role in the settlement and development of the American West. Yes, there were Jewish cowboys driving cattle, many more than the history books and Western movies would tell us.
Jacob Frankfort was the first recorded Jewish person to arrive in the Mexican town of Nuestra Senora la Reina de Los Angeles de Porciuncula (L.A.) in 1841. He stayed long enough to become one of the wealthiest men in that tiny town by the time the U. S. took over in 1847. He went aboard the Peruvian ship, Ascencion, in 1845, docked in San Pedro Harbor, to appraise the ship's contents. He was sent by the mayor of Los Angeles. Frankfort knew enough Spanish by then to do his job. That set the pattern for Mexican-Jewish relations for the next century.
There were eight Jewish inhabitants in Los Angeles in 1850, when California became a state and the American city of Los Angeles was created. One of those eight, Morris Goodman, became one of the first city councilmen. He started a tradition that continues today, with councilmembers Paul Koretz, Mitchell Englander, and Bob Blumenfield.
As the city grew, so did the Jewish population. Because the city maintained a Spanish-speaking majority population until the 1870's, Los Angeles' Jewish community knew Spanish and catered most of their business to the Mexican community. This would also occur into the 20th Century with Jewish storeowners, bankers, and other professionals becoming immersed in Spanish-speaking communities and offering their services, often in Spanish. Some of the new Jewish arrivals, such as Joseph Newmark, came to Los Angeles in 1854, made great wealth in farming and ranching, adopted the Spanish Don lifestyle that his neighbors, the Picos, Sepulvedas, Carrillos, and Verdugos had lived. He built an adobe that stood until the 1930's and became the founder of Montebello and his land became Monterey Park. His and other Jewish families were so integrated into Los Angeles culture that Harris Newmark's "My Sixty Years in Southern California" is considered one of the essential histories of early Los Angeles.
The leading Spanish-speaking Californio families enjoyed close relationships with many of their Jewish neighbors. MrLA was astounded one day when, on a tour of the Casa de Adobe in Highland Park, a replica of a typical Californio mansion of the Spanish/Mexican era, a 60-ish woman and her husband were talking about how the wife remembered seeing furniture and cowhides at her Uncle Antonio's house. In conversation, she told me that she and her husband were from one of the oldest Jewish families in Los Angeles. Who was Uncle Antonio? He was Antonio Sepulveda, of THE Sepulvedas, of Sepulveda Blvd. fame. Her father worked for Antonio Sepulveda. Her family and the Sepulvedas were so close, she called Antonio "Uncle Antonio" and grew up visiting him at his ancestral adobe near Culver City.
Yes, most Mexicans were staunchly Catholic and Jews were Jewish. Anti-Semitism was always present in Los Angeles although, among Mexicans, it was never serious enough to prevent close friendships from happening or preventing both groups from living next to each other. It was only dating and marriage between them that proved a consistent conflict between Mexicans and Jews.
For much of L. A. history, little was known of Mexican-Jewish intermarriage. Publicly, such unions were discouraged although there were certainly such unions, whether they were official or unofficial unions. Particularly among Jews, intermarriage was seen as threatening the existence of Judaism. Nonetheless, as the years rolled on, with greater numbers of Mexicans and Jews living next to each other and going to schools together, there would be romances and, extremely so, marriages. MrLA was a teacher's assistant at a Hollywood elementary school in the early 1980's, putting himself through college. He met an older woman named Dolores, who grew up in the San Fernando Valley but was the daughter of a man and woman who grew up, met, and married in Boyle Heights. The father was Mexican-American; the mother, Jewish-American. Dolores told me how her father, a dark-skinned man and her mother, fair-skinned, would not be served in some restaurants in Los Angeles during the 1940's and both families practically disowned them. Despite those and many other bigoted slights, including living Mexican/Jewish in a mainly WASP San Fernando Valley in the 1950's, Dolores' parents remained married, had children, knew their grandchildren, and both families eventually came to accept their marriage. MrLA worked as an elementary teacher in his other lifetime. He was friends with a group of female Jewish teachers who married Mexican-American and other Latino men. These ladies spoke fluent Spanish and were as at home on the Eastside as they were on the Westside, where they were raised. One of MrLA's classmates when he was being certified as a teacher was a woman named Carole, who was from one of the many Jewish families living in Baldwin Hills in the 1960's who married an African-American classmate from Dorsey High School. It might not have been the "epidemic" that the Jewish community in Los Angeles might've thought but there was a lot of mixing going on between Mexicans and Jews in L.A. Like a lot of romantic/sexual activity that is frowned upon by mainstream society, Mexican/Jewish unions were quietly, sometimes, anonymously entered into, sometimes kept on the down low but they happened and happened more often than Angelenos then and now might've realized.
Sephardic Jews are Jews that trace their ancestry to Portuguese and Spanish Jewish communities that existed before they were destroyed by the kings of Portugal and Spain in the 1490's. Like Gypsies, they scattered to many countries around the world. Many would make their way to Los Angeles from the 1850's onward. It could be said that Los Angeles' Sephardic Jews were the bridge that made contact between Mexicans and Jews so easy in Los Angeles. S. K. Labatt and Solomon Lazard were two of the earliest Sephardic Jews in Los Angeles. Not to diminish the contributions of other Jewish communities but the Sephardic community not only influenced the pattern of relationships between Mexicans and Jews in Los Angeles, they left a gigantic imprint on Los Angeles institutions WAY beyond their numbers. Sephardic Jews speak Ladino, a language that is largely 15th Century Spanish mixed with some Hebrew and words from Middle Eastern countries where Sephardics went after their communities in Portugal and Spain were destroyed. Speakers of Spanish and Ladino speak to and understand each other very easily. S. K. Labatt and Solomon Lazard came to Los Angeles and set up shops, selling to the largely Spanish-speaking Angelenos of the 1850's. They communicated with their neighbors easily and became friends as well as business associates of both the Latino Californios and later arrivals of Jewish with non-Hispanic backgrounds. It was Labatt and Lazard that started the first Jewish organization in Los Angeles, The Hebrew Benevolent Association. Among it's achievements was the creation of the first Jewish cemetery in Los Angeles. Located in Chavez Ravine, there's a marker nowadays that marks the site of that cemetery. In 1910, the remains in that cemetery were moved to other, newer Jewish cemeteries in Boyle Heights and East Los Angeles.



Solomon Lazard and the Legacies He Left.
Into the 20th Century, Labatt led the way to the creation of two of Los Angeles' iconic hospitals: Cedars-Sinai Medical Center and City of Hope.


Those few of us Angelenos left who grew up in Los Angeles between 1910-1960 remember Boyle Heights as the center of the Mexican community, the center of the Japanese community, the Russian community, the Croatian community, an important African-American and Italian community and, most definitely, the center of the Jewish community. Synagogues, delis, day schools, and Judaica would be found throughout Boyle Heights. Next to the Lower East Side of New York, more Jews lived in Los Angeles than any other city. The community life within the Jewish community was strong. Doctors, lawyers, teachers, political activists came out from Boyle Heights. So did Mickey Cohen and Johnny Stompanato, two of the most infamous gangsters in American history. All her life, Cohen's housekeeper mother would say her son was a good boy, after arrests but the Jewish community of Boyle Heights was one of the first to call President Franklin D. Roosevelt to increase immigration for Jewish refugees fleeing Nazi Germany; call for the creation of Israel; fight to end racial discrimination that kept African-Americans east of Alameda Street and South of Downtown by law; loudly called to end the illegal mass deportations of Mexicans and Mexican-Americans to Mexico during the Depression, etc. It was in Boyle Heights that Alice Greenfield McGrath grew up among Mexicans. Her familiarity and ease with Mexican culture permitted this Jewish woman to raise money for the defense of 12 Mexican-American youth charged with a murder that they didn't commit at a water pit sensationally called "Sleepy Lagoon", a murder case that, along with the Scottsboro Boys, became a hallmark of racism in the American legal system that became the basis for the famous play and film, "Zoot Suit".
The business and community life in Boyle Heights was a kaleidoscope of cultures and great activity. Anyone remember seeing Dr. Cohen, the credit dentist, whose Downtown L. A. and East L. A. offices catered heavily to Spanish speakers? He did tv ads on KMEX-TV, Channel 34 until the early 1970's. Canter's Deli, the home of hipsters and Hollywood A-list wannabes didn't start life on Fairfax. It started on Brooklyn Avenue in 1931. There are generations, now graying, that remember Zellman's on Brooklyn Avenue (now Cesar Chavez Avenue but named for many Jewish residents who migrated from New York to Boyle Heights in east Los Angeles) and Manny Zelman, the last owner of the store, rooted in Boyle Heights until his was the only Jewish-owned store left in Boyle Heights. Manny and his son, Dean, closed the store in 1999 but Dean Zellman stayed on in Boyle Heights' Neighborhood Council.
If there was such a historic bond between Mexicans and Jews in Los Angeles, why don't we, Angelenos, see that, hear about it, read about it? Why does no one no about it?
After World War II, soldiers of all kinds were offered the G. I. Bill of Rights. They came back from
the war empowered to do things they would not have had the idea nor the money to do, such as buy homes. With the end of racial covenants in California, which allowed legal segregation by giving homeowners rights to refuse to sell to non-whites and non-WASPs, Jews, Mexicans, and African-Americans could move to the new housing developments. Jews moved out of Boyle Heights to the Fairfax area and the Westside, generally. Mexican-American veterans and their families moved eastward and southward into housing developments in Pico-Rivera, Montebello, Commerce, Downey, and Paramount, among others, creating not just a physical distance but a physical and cultural divide so great that future generations of Mexican- and Jewish-Americans no longer interacted nor knew of each other. The younger generations of those groups are not, generally, conscious of each other's existence, as their grandparents had been.
As those families left Boyle Heights, a steady, constant stream of Mexican immigrants used Boyle Heights as a "port of entry", their place of settlement after arriving from Mexico. So, for generations, Boyle Heights was all but turned into a Mexican city. The poverty that comprises much of the Boyle Heights community and media focus on gang crime in the area have, until the last 5 years, stigmatized Boyle Heights, causing Westside and Valley Jews to not see any need to visit Boyle Heights, viewing the community as threatening and the Boyle Heights community viewing the Jews with suspicion and bewilderment.
Since World War II, waves of Jewish migrants from other American cities and Jewish immigrants from other countries have settled in Jewish communities on the Westside and the San Fernando Valley. Not having grown up in Los Angeles and not having much daily contact with Mexicans, the Mexicans were now seen as the "other", a foreign, untrustworthy, even culturally/racially inferior group of people that best stay in their neighborhoods, not the cordiality and equality that had characterized Mexican/Jewish relations in Los Angeles.
As the per capita incomes of Jewish and Latino Angelenos have grown more unequal over the last 60 years, the dynamics of class, language, and race differences inform the interaction most Mexicans and Jews now have with each other: one of Jewish boss/Mexican (or other Latino nationality) worker. The nannies, gardeners, housekeepers, and landscapers of many Westside and Valley Jewish middle/upper middle class homes have been Mexican immigrants. While cordial relations can and do exist in these situations, the relationship is that of employer/employee, not as peers, as had been the case between Mexican and Jews in Los Angeles until World War II. That has inhibited the mixing and understanding of one group by the other.
Because Los Angeles has grown so exponentially, in size and in population, since the end of World War II, communities tend to live in "bubbles", areas that people have marked for work, living, and recreation that create a personal and community living space so walled-in because there are miles that have separated ethnic communities from each other, living parallel lives without intersecting each other.

Canter's Deli, in Boyle Heights, circa 1940.

Mural Depicting Historic Relationship of Mexicans and Jews, at Canters Deli, Fairfax Avenue

Breed Street Shul, (Congregation Talmud Torah), Oldest Synagogue in Boyle Heights. Now a community historical interpretive center for the history of Boyle Heights.
Zellman's Men's Wear, Circa 2000, on Cesar Chavez Ave. (Ex-Brooklyn Ave.)

Things are not so grim now as they appeared only 5 years ago for Mexican and Jewish Angelenos.
Gentrification of formerly poor, dilapidated neighborhoods has aroused great controversy in the last 5 years but it has also brought about changes in demographics and social/community interactions not seen in 60 years. The hipsters of 2015 are a varied group of mainly 20-30 year olds but of various races and ethnicities. The commercial, artisitic, and architectural renaissance of Hollywood, Silver Lake, Echo Park, and, increasingly, Boyle Heights, have the hipsters and other affluent people moving into communities once feared, now cool, trendy, and bringing cultural communities once isolated from one another into living, working, and eating with each other. The hipsters, who come from the Westside, the Valley, and from all over the United States, no longer look only to Hollywood and the Westside as their "port of entry" into living in Los Angeles. The fears that kept Jews and Mexicans away from each other for decades have largely faded away as the different ethnicities living in gentrified communities see themselves as fellow artists, music lovers, peers, than they has been the case for decades. The descendants of Jews that lived in Boyle Heights have spearheaded a consciousness among L. A. Jews of the rich Jewish heritage of Jewish life in Los Angeles and the importance that Boyle Heights has played in rediscovering the history of multicultural harmony among Los Angeles' ethnicities, renewing a particular pride in being a Los Angeles Jew that does not play second fiddle to New York, Chicago or Israeli notions of Jewish life.
The new fusion brought about by gentrification has created foods that exist only in Los Angeles: Korean Tacos, breakfast sushi, iced green boba tea, and the Kosher Burrito. There is Mexikosher, a kosher restaurant serving kosher versions of Mexican food over on the Westide, near Pico and Robertson Blvds., owned and operated by Japanese-Mexican chef, Katsuji Tanabe. Only in L. A., right? www.mexikosher.com
While much more community bridge building between the Mexican and Jewish Angelenos still needs to occur to overcome the separation, isolation, and mistrust of the two communities over the last 70 years, the man who symbolizes Los Angeles to us and to the world, Mayor Eric Garcetti is, himself, the physical embodiment of the relationship between Mexicans and Jews in Los Angeles. Actually, Mayor Garcetti embodies the foundations of Los Angeles by being of Mexican, Italian, and Jewish descent. Since his administration has called attention to and promoted multicultural living in Los Angeles, the future looks bright for Angelenos to experience the very old and special relationship between the Mexicans and Jews of Los Angeles.
Hasta la vista, Booby!



Tuesday, June 9, 2015
L. A. Cuisine-The (Fast Food) Buck Stops Here!
This has been the hottest, longest summer on record and it promises to still be a scorcher for this weekend, when fall should be falling. The hot weather hasn't kept MrLA's appetite down, so much so he has started working out again. Restaurants, good and bad, keep hopping all over the city, maybe not as many opening as before the new Great Depression but enough to make Los Angeles one of the most culinarily interesting cities in the world. We have almost every nation represented in food here. Mexican and Thai foods are basically American foods, so common, pervasive, and longstanding they are to eating in Los Angeles. Want to taste Mongolian yak, Colombian tamales, Burmese Papaya Salad. Of course, anytime!!! Just put your car in gear and go. This isn't true for most of the rest of the United States. Despite all of this culinary abundance (or, maybe, because of it) and all the praise that superstar and unknown chefs get about food in Los Angeles, Easterners (New Yorkers and Bostonians, especially) spread the myth that Los Angeles is all about imported foods, just like it's imported, invented culture, they say. Philadelphia has the cheesesteak; Chicago wouldn't be Chicago without it's Polish sausage or deep-dish pizza. San Antonio mothered fajitas and San Francisco thinks of itself as the American version of the Cordon Bleu but L.A.? They think food is a ten-inch taco with a cheeseburger chaser. Big Macs, burritos, chili fries, Wendy's, In-N-Out, McDonald's, Cobb Salad? Korean tacos? As American as the apple pie, right? RIGHT and invented in L. A.!
That's right! We have our own cuisine, as unique unto Los Angeles as that of any food to a city. Burritos were the poor Mexican's sandwich, filled with anything handy (usually beans) and a cheap, easy-to-make meal was made. Was it invented in Mexico? Is it as common in Mexico as the chili pepper? Absolutely not. It was made in south Texas but developed in Los Angeles. What would American cuisine without the burrito, especially the breakfast burrito which revolutionized breakfast eating in America the way that bagels and yogurt did in the mid-1970's. In Mexico, burritos are American food!
Those of a certain age remember the catchphrase, "CHEE-bear-ger! CHEE-bear-ger! CHEE-bear-ger!" from "Saturday Night Live". Only the original hamburger is more American than the cheeseburger. There isn't a truck stop, town or tract-home development that doesn't feature its own beloved form of what McDonald's so sensuously promoted as an all-beef patty, special sauce, lettuce,cheese, tomato, on a sesame-seed bun" when its Big Mac first hit mouths across America. This beauty ws the result of a diner cook who accidentally dropped a wedge of cheese on a hamburger and the customer didn not only not mind, he was the first of many to rush and buy enough cheesburgers to feed the planet 25 times over. Where did that cook commit that mistake? In a long-forgotten diner in Downtown Los Angeles, sometime in the mid-1920's.
Los Angeles' growth along with cars and highways and the great weather made drive-in restaurants and fast food almost inevitable. There are older drive-ins and fast food joints all over the country than the ones started in L. A. but Los Angeles became not only the entertainment capital of the world but the home of international fast food. Food culture in L. A. changed the world and continues to influence it.
That's right! We have our own cuisine, as unique unto Los Angeles as that of any food to a city. Burritos were the poor Mexican's sandwich, filled with anything handy (usually beans) and a cheap, easy-to-make meal was made. Was it invented in Mexico? Is it as common in Mexico as the chili pepper? Absolutely not. It was made in south Texas but developed in Los Angeles. What would American cuisine without the burrito, especially the breakfast burrito which revolutionized breakfast eating in America the way that bagels and yogurt did in the mid-1970's. In Mexico, burritos are American food!
Those of a certain age remember the catchphrase, "CHEE-bear-ger! CHEE-bear-ger! CHEE-bear-ger!" from "Saturday Night Live". Only the original hamburger is more American than the cheeseburger. There isn't a truck stop, town or tract-home development that doesn't feature its own beloved form of what McDonald's so sensuously promoted as an all-beef patty, special sauce, lettuce,cheese, tomato, on a sesame-seed bun" when its Big Mac first hit mouths across America. This beauty ws the result of a diner cook who accidentally dropped a wedge of cheese on a hamburger and the customer didn not only not mind, he was the first of many to rush and buy enough cheesburgers to feed the planet 25 times over. Where did that cook commit that mistake? In a long-forgotten diner in Downtown Los Angeles, sometime in the mid-1920's.
Los Angeles' growth along with cars and highways and the great weather made drive-in restaurants and fast food almost inevitable. There are older drive-ins and fast food joints all over the country than the ones started in L. A. but Los Angeles became not only the entertainment capital of the world but the home of international fast food. Food culture in L. A. changed the world and continues to influence it.
Monday, April 23, 2012
Sunday in the Rain Forest with Mr. LA!
It's been Spring in Los Angeles for the last two weeks. While we still have cooler than normal temperatures, life is beautiful here in Los Angeles. This is what we pay the big bucks in houses, mortgages, and taxes for: the scenery and the chance to experience it with our five senses. This is why my friend, Joe, and countless thousands of other transplants like him like to call their friends "back home" and razz them about the 80-degree sunshine and everyone in shorts and flip-flops while they freeze for the 80th day in a row in sub-freezing temps.
While film after tv show makes everyone believe that Los Angeles is one neverending palm and surfing Malibu Beach, L. A.'s scenery elsewhere is even more spectacular.
L. A. has two giant parks: Griffith Park, the largest city park in the United States; and Elysian Park, a huge remnant of the land the Tongva Indians lived in and the Spanish found in 1769. Running alongside both of these massive "green lungs" is the Los Angeles River. I am lucky to live in between all three of them.
I experienced my "Eat Your Heart Out, You Non-Angelinos" moment last Sunday. I love going to the Atwater Village Farmers Market. I remember Atwater Village when it was just Atwater but changing a neighborhood's name to "Village" to make a house worth 1/3 more than it was before is another blog entry for another time :-). It's one of the liveliest, funnest, culturally and culinarily eclectic farmers markets in a city filled with those types of farmers markets.
Where else but at a L. A. farmers market can you breakfast on pupusas and Korean short ribs, followed by a raw sugar cane juice chaser and finish it off, al fresco, with a pain au chocolat and espresso, then get your energy cleared and your chakras up and running like they should by an acupuncturist.
I decided to walk there. It's two miles from my house to the market but it was a gorgeous Sunday morning and I wanted to feel the sunshine, clear blue sky and nature along the L. A. Riverwalk.
While film after tv show makes everyone believe that Los Angeles is one neverending palm and surfing Malibu Beach, L. A.'s scenery elsewhere is even more spectacular.
L. A. has two giant parks: Griffith Park, the largest city park in the United States; and Elysian Park, a huge remnant of the land the Tongva Indians lived in and the Spanish found in 1769. Running alongside both of these massive "green lungs" is the Los Angeles River. I am lucky to live in between all three of them.
I experienced my "Eat Your Heart Out, You Non-Angelinos" moment last Sunday. I love going to the Atwater Village Farmers Market. I remember Atwater Village when it was just Atwater but changing a neighborhood's name to "Village" to make a house worth 1/3 more than it was before is another blog entry for another time :-). It's one of the liveliest, funnest, culturally and culinarily eclectic farmers markets in a city filled with those types of farmers markets.
Where else but at a L. A. farmers market can you breakfast on pupusas and Korean short ribs, followed by a raw sugar cane juice chaser and finish it off, al fresco, with a pain au chocolat and espresso, then get your energy cleared and your chakras up and running like they should by an acupuncturist.
I decided to walk there. It's two miles from my house to the market but it was a gorgeous Sunday morning and I wanted to feel the sunshine, clear blue sky and nature along the L. A. Riverwalk.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Foodtruck Heaven
After the holidays and some issues that took much more time and attention than I wanted, I'm back and, like the old saying says, "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach", what led me post for my first post of 2012 was food.
I planned a social event in February where I was supposed to meet members of a meetup group I organize at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art (LACMA), Mr. LA's second home for more than 3--- years. Much to my most pleasant surprise, the entire other side of the museum was covered with food trucks offering the world in culinary offerings. You want Mexican food, you got it there; Need to get your Berliner curry wurst fix fixed fast; or you have a hankering for an organic, handmade ice cream sandwich on gourmet dark chocolate chip cookies, enter Foodtruck Heaven, on Wilshire Blvd. between Spaulding and Genessee Avenues. They're in front of the L. A. Fitness on the side opposite LACMA.
How L. A. to eat your gourmet foodtruck meal and work it off in the same location! How also L. A. it is to eat Korean tacos, something you can get at the Galbi food truck in Foodtruck Heaven! For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about or have heard of one but have not yet ventured to try one, a Korean taco is a Southern California invention. Someone thought that serving galbi, Korean short ribs, on a Mexican tortilla, stuffed with the usual taco toppings, was in for a treat. You are! Korean tacos are as L. A. as the palm tree or Friday night bike riders and girls with barely enough skirt and stiletto heels at the Hollywood nightclubs. A food revolution was born!!!
Suddenly, Twitter became a reservation book as the Korean taco truck published its latest locations all over Los Angeles. Hundreds weekly flocked to have this latest craving, opening the door (pun not so intended) to trucks featuring every kind of food imaginable.
There is more than one "foodtruck heaven". The one on Breed Street in Boyle Heights will have 20 different trucks, each selling a particular type of Mexican sandwich or food. They park at night in a parking lot off of Breed and Cesar Chavez Ave. Where are the best tacos in Los Angeles? At the Ay, Que Tacos Leonor food truck on 3rd and Indiana Streets in East L. A. I defy anyone to find a better taco anywhere. You've been to Japan and you are craving the massive (as big as a frying pan) pancake known as a "onokomiyaki"? Besides going to a restaurant in Gardena, the only other place to get these succulent, meaty, vegetabley, lightly breaded square of food heaven will be courtesy of Glowfish, a food truck that parks on Friday and Saturday nights in front of the Spaceland Nightclub on Silver Lake Blvd.
But the Foodtruck Heaven I'm talking about here offers trucks that serve sandwiches from all of the Latin American countries, Korean tacos, Indonesian food, Berlin currywurst, Mexican food, French crepes, and of course, burgers and hot dogs (we are in America, after all!). All this and ice cream sandwiches made from organic, artisanal gelato and organic cookies, too!
So, support your local foodtruck heaven. You'll be glad you did!
I planned a social event in February where I was supposed to meet members of a meetup group I organize at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art (LACMA), Mr. LA's second home for more than 3--- years. Much to my most pleasant surprise, the entire other side of the museum was covered with food trucks offering the world in culinary offerings. You want Mexican food, you got it there; Need to get your Berliner curry wurst fix fixed fast; or you have a hankering for an organic, handmade ice cream sandwich on gourmet dark chocolate chip cookies, enter Foodtruck Heaven, on Wilshire Blvd. between Spaulding and Genessee Avenues. They're in front of the L. A. Fitness on the side opposite LACMA.
How L. A. to eat your gourmet foodtruck meal and work it off in the same location! How also L. A. it is to eat Korean tacos, something you can get at the Galbi food truck in Foodtruck Heaven! For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about or have heard of one but have not yet ventured to try one, a Korean taco is a Southern California invention. Someone thought that serving galbi, Korean short ribs, on a Mexican tortilla, stuffed with the usual taco toppings, was in for a treat. You are! Korean tacos are as L. A. as the palm tree or Friday night bike riders and girls with barely enough skirt and stiletto heels at the Hollywood nightclubs. A food revolution was born!!!
Suddenly, Twitter became a reservation book as the Korean taco truck published its latest locations all over Los Angeles. Hundreds weekly flocked to have this latest craving, opening the door (pun not so intended) to trucks featuring every kind of food imaginable.
There is more than one "foodtruck heaven". The one on Breed Street in Boyle Heights will have 20 different trucks, each selling a particular type of Mexican sandwich or food. They park at night in a parking lot off of Breed and Cesar Chavez Ave. Where are the best tacos in Los Angeles? At the Ay, Que Tacos Leonor food truck on 3rd and Indiana Streets in East L. A. I defy anyone to find a better taco anywhere. You've been to Japan and you are craving the massive (as big as a frying pan) pancake known as a "onokomiyaki"? Besides going to a restaurant in Gardena, the only other place to get these succulent, meaty, vegetabley, lightly breaded square of food heaven will be courtesy of Glowfish, a food truck that parks on Friday and Saturday nights in front of the Spaceland Nightclub on Silver Lake Blvd.
But the Foodtruck Heaven I'm talking about here offers trucks that serve sandwiches from all of the Latin American countries, Korean tacos, Indonesian food, Berlin currywurst, Mexican food, French crepes, and of course, burgers and hot dogs (we are in America, after all!). All this and ice cream sandwiches made from organic, artisanal gelato and organic cookies, too!
So, support your local foodtruck heaven. You'll be glad you did!
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