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Chaya Downtown’s Japanese Beer Garden
Los Angeles CA

Front entrance to Chaya Downtown with lantern-lit patio

Front entrance to Chaya Downtown with lantern-lit patio

Summer is here, and in Southern California that means long hours of daylight, the perfect conditions for al fresco dining (and drinking). For the second year in a row, the Tsunoda family has taken advantage of the warm summer evenings by reviving their annual Japanese Beer Garden at the Chaya Downtown location. As the warm sunlight switches over to paper lanterns, patrons on the outdoor patio can select from a variety of Japanese beer, sake and whisky as well as small, shareable dishes that help absorb the high octane spirits. Although they bill the summer special event as a Beer Garden I decided to forego the brewskis for a distilled sipping beverage with a kick. The menu listed 2 whiskeys (Hibiki 18 year blended and a Yamazaki single malt), but not being a whiskey sommelier or whiskeymeister (or whatever a whiskey expert is called) I opted for the Hibiki as it was the first one listed. The drink was smooth, smoky and a little sweet, and oddly enough after a sip of the glass of Yamazaki one of our party ordered, I think I preferred the middle class brew.

Smooth and smoky Hibiki 18-year blended whisky

Smooth and smoky Hibiki 18-year blended whisky

Chef de Cuisine Kazuya Matsuoka and Executive Chef Shigefumi Tachibe were on hand to bring out the dishes and shed a little light on exactly what we were eating. The first item suffered from a case of mistaken identity – it was a Japanese take on elote with the substitution of Japanese mayonnaise and feta cheese and a liberal sprinkling of cilantro. The white corn was incredibly sweet and the condiments artistically squirted and sprinkled on the cob gave it some spice and a creamy finish.  Equally as confusing and tasty was their rendition of poppers – spicy tuna-stuffed shishito peppers dunked in tempura batter and fried. The peppers were light and still had some crunch left in them, but I couldn’t help thinking that they reminded me of fried green mice (which, as you probably know by now, is not a negative).

Tuna-stuffed tempura-battered shishito peppers

Tuna-stuffed tempura-battered shishito peppers

The fried oysters were delicious; I often become suspicious of highly perishable foods hiding in a sheath of fried batter, but there was none of the low tide funk sometimes present with fried seafood. The other party guests must have given in to reliving a bad oyster memory as I seemed to inherit the lion’s share. Chaya’s crispy-crusted kimchi flatbread was more like a pizza than a kimchi pancake, but unfortunately there was a Parmesan snowstorm on top that actually muted the flavor of the kimchi (a condition I never would have believed possible).

A variety of yakitori and kushiyaki skewers

A variety of yakitori and kushiyaki skewers

The Yakitori and Kushiyaki skewers were immensely popular and with good reason – each bore morsels of mouthwatering goodness including bacon-wrapped Medjool dates; moist chunks of chicken; lightly-grilled shrimp with a fresh green dressing; soy marinated shitake caps; tender short ribs; and, last but definitely not least, perfect little cubes of beef tongue. Although each skewer had its own personality, the tongue was a standout – the sweet meat die were braised for 2 hours before finishing on the grill, resulting in meat that melts in your mouth (and who doesn’t like that?).

A cheesy Kobe beef casserole

A cheesy Kobe beef casserole

As with the aforementioned fried oysters, the Hokkaido scallop miso gratin (hold the puns, please) could have gone horribly wrong, but the kitchen staff has obviously done their homework, dishing out a scallop dish where the shellfish are not only tender and tasty, but accented by the yuzu ponzu sauce without being overpowered. The meat dishes were cooked to perfection; a cheesy Kobe beef casserole tasted so good we opted not to top the accompanying grilled Panini bread with it and an outstanding dish listed as “Coffee BBQ pork” sat in a shallow puddle of a sweet sauce with specks of coffee in it and a spicy red sauce.

A variety of desserts

A variety of desserts

Some diners bypass small-dish sharing of banchan or tapas thinking that there’s not much substance, but I was stuffed enough to be reluctant to try the chocolate assault brought out for dessert featuring fresh baked chocolate pistachio cookies, a bread pudding made with croissants and something called “foaming chocolate cake” that looked like a Hershey Mount St. Helens. I enjoyed the texture of the bread pudding and preferred it to the sweet lava pastry, although I have to say that the pistachios went well with the chocolate in the cookie.
The days grow shorter, as does the opportunity to experience Chaya Downtown’s Japanese Beer Garden that only runs through September. Don’t worry if you forget to try the Japanese beer – Oktoberfest is right around the corner, so start getting your kimono and lederhosen ready.

Chaya Downtown
525 S. Flower Street
Los Angeles CA 90071
GPS Coordinates:  34°3’3.91″N 118°15’26.97″W

GALLERY: See images from Val’s visit to Chaya Downtown in Los Angeles for their second annual Japanese Beer Garden

NOTE: This cost for this meal was provided by the restaurant. The content provided in this article was not influenced whatsoever by the organizer of the event.

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The Scarlet Letter

Red O Restaurant
Los Angeles CA

Red O Restaurant in Los Angeles CA

Red O Restaurant in Los Angeles CA

In mid-2010, celebrity chef Rick Bayless decided to expand his empire past Chicago and offer Mexican fine dining at Red O in the city just north of where they simply call Mexican food “food” – Los Angeles. Bayless is neither the owner nor chef-in-residence at Red O, but as the food consultant, the menu is uniquely his. The restaurant itself is spectacularly furnished with much of the decor and furniture hand crafted, much of it in Mexico; over the past year, the restaurant has been the hot dinner dining experience where the fortunate few had been able to sample Bayless’ adaptation of tradional Mexican dishes with a twist. Since just before Mothers’ Day of this year, Red O has been open on weekends for brunch with familiar named dishes prepared with fresh ingredients in the inovative and artistic space bathed in copious natural light. I was recently invited to try items from the brunch menu with the added benefit of having the meal coincide with a kitchen visit from the grandmaster himself.

Red O's Mixologist Steve Calabro

Red O's Mixologist Steve Calabro

Since it was already noon, a cocktail or two or three were in order; Red O’s mixologist Steve Calabro offered me an experiment that he was concocting which he labeled watermelon agua fresca. The slightly sweet, refreshing beverage featured watermelon, basil, lemon juice, an undisclosed spirit and fresh “chocolate mint” leaves straight from Calabro’s garden (his bar is stocked with a variety of herbs grown at home). The menu featured your standard brunch libations such as the mimosa and Bloody Mary, but Red O’s entry in the latter category (enticingly called the “Roasted Bloody Mary”) sounded intriguing enough to try. Lest we forget that the menu at Red O is borne of and inspired by Rick Bayless’ years of culinary adventures in Mexico, the iced-down drink was more Michelada than Bloody Mary – in addition to vodka and tomato juice (made from roasted red and yellow tomatoes) the concoction featured Worcestershire, Tabasco, chipotle and Mexican beer with lime, olive and celery garnish. During the meal, Steve Calabro also brought out a flight of 1 2 3 Tequila (pronounced “uno, dos, tres tequila”) featuring their blanco, reposado and añejo tequilas, each with its own character. Calabro mentioned that most women prefer the reposado, a statement confirmed by the female brunch guests – his astute assessment of what drinks partons will enjoy is a result of his years bartending, starting with his unexpected promotion from bouncer at the Hard Rock Cafe back in 1987, although he modestly eschews his given title of mixologist, calling himself a “drink slinger”.

The bright front dining area at Red O

The bright front dining area at Red O

One of the members of our dining party (writer Kelly Carter) had arranged an interview with Rick Bayless which was conducted at our table while we ate. Out of journalistic respect I opted not to use much of what was discussed, but it was impossible to ignore Bayless’ mention of his crack-like addiction to Garrett’s carmel popcorn; in fact he stated that when he attends culinary events he routinely sends the hosting restaurant tins of the snack. After the interview, Bayless sat for awhile and spoke with the group and then disappeared back into the mysterious realm of Red O’s kicthen.  The dishes we ordered were straight off the menu, although in consideration for two of our party’s vegetarian sensibilities, several of the plates were prepared with egg whites and without meat. Some of the items brought out were not drastic culinary departures, but fresh and well presented – a guacamole bridge arched over a pool of tortilla chips, with the guac strategically placed on a banana leaf carpet and garnished with radishes; at the end of the meal churros were brought out swaddled in a cloth napkin and accompanied by a shallow dish of chocolate dipping sauce – they were crispy, perfectly sweetened and seasoned, but let’s face facts – they were still churros.

Red O's take on chilaquiles al Guajillo

Red O's take on chilaquiles al Guajillo

The breakfast dishes were substantial and artistically presented as our server brought out a holy trinity of new takes on tradional favorites: Huevos a la Mexicana (featuring the aforementioned egg whites and the addition of grilled shrimp); chilaquiles al Guajillo that looked more like a breakfast Mexican lasagne than the familiar melange of tortilla and eggs; and huevos Montulenos sans pork and again with egg whites. Of the three dishes, I favored the chilaquiles for the texture and warm, mild spiciness and the richness of the golden yolk cascading over the dish after being released from its fried egg perch atop the mound. The huevous Montulenos tasted a little lean with just the egg whites, but the fried plantain pontoons the tostada was mounted on added an unusual sweetness that made up for the absence of egginess and the vegetation and tender grilled shrimp on the huevos a la Mexicana gave it a fresh and wholesome taste.

Steamed Mexican shrimp and calamares

Steamed Mexican shrimp and calamares

A tangy dish featuring steamed shrimp and squid treated with orange and mixed with cucumber, jicama, avocado, strawberries and cilantro was outstanding; this and a scoop of fresh dungeness crab dressed with tomatillo, avocado, grilled pineapple and onion salsa were served over long strips of crunchy fried plantains. The plates weren’t enormous but it was substantial enough to satisfy the five of us dining. Dessert was still in order, which mercifully arrived in bite sized portions – this included the aforementioned churros and a sweet, melty goat cheese cheesecake bite with a green root beer-based sauce and topped with what suspiciously looked like Garrett’s carmel popcorn. Accompanying the dessert was Chef Bayless who presented us with the product of his latest collaboration with Milk and Honey – a pouch of Mexican granola. Granola hardly seems like a Mexican dish, but Bayless states that he noticed that at Mexican resorts the locals were producing a granola featuring toasted kernels of amaranth that is typically served with yogurt and he decided to recreate it for American consumption; the granola is slated top be carried at Whole Foods in the near future. I fought the urge to tear open the bag at the table, but have since tried it and prefer it to the gritty, over-sweetened boxed variety that I formerly considered “high-end”.

Goat cheese cheesecake with root beer sauce

Goat cheese cheesecake with root beer sauce

The brunch offerings at Red O reflect Bayless’ research (he routinely takes the entire staff from his Chicago ventures on exploratory trips throughout Mexico) and love of Mexican cuisine; although some purists may scoff at his innovative and flavorful takes on Mexican food, there’s no denying the quality and sensory enjoyment  of the fare which stands on its own. Bayless and the owners and staff of Red O have vindicated Hester Prynne by bringing prestige and respect to their own scarlet letter.

Red O Restaurant
8155 Melrose Ave
Los Angeles, CA 90046
GPS Coordinates:  34°5’1.77″N 118°22’1.53″W

GALLERY: See images from Val’s brunch at Red O Restaurant in Los Angeles CA

NOTE: This cost for this meal was provided by the restaurant. The content provided in this article was not influenced whatsoever by the organizer of the event.

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Chic Korea

moko (***CLOSED***)
Culver City, California

A selection of fresh banchan

A selection of fresh banchan

Los Angeles’ Koreatown features a plethora of grill-it-yourself BBQ joints frequented by Angelenos, and while there’s something intoxicating about hearing raw animal flesh pop and crackle over a gas flame, there’s an undiscovered country of updated, modern Korean cuisine to be had in the sleek, new moko in Culver City. There’s nothing particularly nationalistic about the front bar area – no flags, karaoke, Korean Budweiser banners, just wood and stone in crisp lines and the familiar exposed wooden arched ceilings that seem to be a popular feature of the L.A. area’s gutted vintage buildings. If drinks and light fare are your thing, you can hang out at the bar and nosh on fresh and inventive banchan dishes; although moko stocks a variety of soju, on my visit I opted to try the Amore Manhattan since lately it seems to be a good comparison drink. moko’s take on the New York namesake features Old Overholt rye and maraschino liqueur, and although I found the cocktail particularly sweet, it seemed to represent vanilla more than cherry.

Sleek and modern dining area

Sleek and modern dining area

The banchan was remarkably fresh and while the menu features favorites such as kimchi, I sampled more western-influenced vegetable dishes. A baby asparagus namul has snap and a milder taste than I expected – the tiny stalks were tossed with barley, pea sprouts and what was billed as crispy garlic (which lost its crisp sitting in the pool of liquid at the bottom of the dish). The sugar snap peas were shredded into chewy aromatic strands which nicely offset the wok-seared squid and green “golden shoots”. Although flavorful, the watermelon namul with slivered toasted almonds tasted wasn’t much of a departure from eating a dish of cubed watermelon. The sautéed purple eggplant namul in green onions and sesame became spicier at I ate my way through it, but I have to say my favorite were the sweet and nutty lotus root slices. The cross-sections looked like Viewmaster slides; they imparted a strong soy taste which thankfully wasn’t as salty as expected (possibly from being “honey braised”).

Seafood jeon pancake

Seafood jeon pancake

After the banchan, we retired to a table in the back in which was set a small but familiar gas grill. Although I was still nursing my Manhattan, we tried a slushy minted watermelon ice with spicy vodka and Aperol that was cool and refreshing and a good fallback plan for that pesky leftover watermelon namul.  A clear, crisp Citroën soju had the smoothness of fine tequila – the soju served is made in California in a Japanese production style, making it truly a multinational sipping drink. The soju complemented the three raw dishes served:  a garlicky tuna dressed with yuzu, soy and blood orange that dissolved on the tongue; thin filets of fluke with citrus, nori and fresh shoots; and, my personal favorite, hamachi in an orange citrus foam and garnished with tiny, diced, pickled jalapeno and crisp, toasted garlic.

The result of my grilling skills

The result of my grilling skills

Two types of skewers were brought out – the first featured crispy cubes of pork belly and melty scallops with minted grapefruit, which seemed like an odd combination, but the flavors didn’t trample each other. The second was a skewer of simple, buttery chunks of the tip of the filet mignon served with a red chili pineapple ssamjang and truffle essence; julienned Asian pear was stacked alongside the skewers like a fruity game of Jenga as a steak fry tribute. Just when I thought the food cavalcade was coming to an end, a pizza-like jeon pancake was brought out featuring items from the “S” food group (shrimp, scallop and squid) and topped with asparagus, green onions, avocado and spicy greens; this could was substantial enough to be a meal in itself. Big, fat bao buns nestled a BBQ pork ssam heaped with jalapeno slices, cilantro and citrus aioli followed by a chowdery ginger egg custard with Dungeness crab, blue shrimp, shitake and scallop that had a strong, barely cooked crab aroma and taste.

Beef marrow bone on the grill

Beef marrow bone on the grill

I think I defied physics, somehow finding a way to plow through the raw items brought to the table to grill on a slab that looked eerily like some twisted alien autopsy. The platter was covered with neatly halved New Caledonian blue shrimp, live Kumamoto oysters, small strips of boned short rib, thin slices of apricot-marinated duck and a long, beef leg bone with the top section removed to reveal the marrow (which looked like a bovine canoe). Once grilled, the greasy, earthy marrow made a nice spread for the toasted sections of a green onion focaccia; we were told that that variety of shrimp had an edible shell, but it still required some chewing. The problem with the duck and short ribs was that even though they were marinated, when left on the grill too long they were almost indistinguishable.

Green tea shortcake

Green tea shortcake

Even though I was stuffed like ssam, I still found room for dessert. I must have misinterpreted the description of one of the desserts; a creamy confection billed as parfait was topped with fresh berries and while the desert was delicious it didn’t seem very parfait-like sitting on a dish out in the open. The green tea shortcake with freshly whipped cream was astounding; not only was it packed with flavor, but the green color of the pastry knocked my socks off. Anyone dining at moko expecting a traditional Korean spread may be disappointed, but keep an open mind and I assure you that you will enjoy the updated Korean fare that moko takes into the 21st century. Although it may be a departure from what you’re familiar with I think you’ll find that moko isn’t all that loco.

moko
9540 Culver Boulevard
Culver City CA 90232
GPS Coordinates: 34° 1’23.16″N 118°23’41.02″W

GALLERY: See images from Val’s dinner at moko in Culver City CA

NOTE: This cost for this meal was provided by the restaurant. The content provided in this article was not influenced whatsoever by the organizer of the event.

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Going Postal

MB Post
Manhattan Beach CA

The busy main area of MB Post

The busy main area of MB Post

After David LeFevre announced he was leaving Water Grill in Los Angeles, there was much speculation and secrecy as to what his next venture would be. When your resume runs the gamut from dive bars in Wisconsin to Spain’s restaurant equivalent of Bill Nye (El Bulli), with gigs from pot washer up through executive chef, the vague mention of a “special project” garners more interest than Mel Gibson taking a midnight drive through Malibu trailed by TMZ.  It should come as no surprise that LeFevre helms his new restaurant in a former post office in L.A. County’s coastal community of Manhattan Beach (from which he derives the unusual moniker, MB Post).  Although the decor reeks of vintage post office decor, MB Post doesn’t play the “restaurant posing as a post office” card in the style of Concord, New Hampshire’s Margaritas Mexican Restaurant (in an old jail) or Temecula, California’s First National Bank of Mexican Food. A giant postmark is stamped on the wall in the main dining area; an antique bicycle hangs vertically near the entrance strung up with tube lamps, and there are rural residential mailboxes hanging on the wall.

Partially hand-written menus in brown envelopes

Partially hand-written menus in brown envelopes

Although the wait staff doesn’t bring menus to the table in burlap sacks wearing blue shorts, they do deliver a brown envelope containing the partially “typed”, partially handwritten menu in a brown button and string envelope. Chef LeFevre’s previous stint at Water Grill might lead diners to believe that because the restaurant is a block from the Pacific Ocean that it specializes in seafood, but the menu reveals MB Post’s standing as a gastropub. Part of the reason for the handwritten portion of the menu is that items are constantly rotated. At a recent menu tasting we ordered several “must try” dishes and then left the rest up to Chef LeFevre. The first item to arrive at the table was a breadboard featuring three items – a crusty, cheese-laden bacon buttermilk biscuit with a tiny cup of maple syrup-infused butter; a fat, soft fleur de sel pretzel with nuclear horseradish mustard that makes Chinese mustard taste like whipped cream; and a thick, grilled naan. Although the pretzel was everything a soft pretzel should be and on par with one hot off a Manhattan pretzel cart, it was still a pretzel; the naan would probably not be recognizable if it were served in an Indian restaurant (it was more like a flat bread loaf) and strangely salty. The biscuits made me want to slap the Pillsbury doughboy – these crumbly mounds of buttermilk and flour kicked ass, and I had to fight the urge to order more so that I could make room for the rest of the meal.

Caramel pork jowl

Caramel pork jowl

MB Post’s charcuterie showed up next featuring thin leaves of Serrano ham and slices of Casalingo cured salami still ringed with bits of white rind. Sharp wedges of Challechocker and a buttery and mildly pungent Mycella blue cheese were guarded by Mason jars of a variety of olives and vegetable pickles and served with a compartmented tray of honey, mustard and fruit spreads that looked like a condiment board game. The honey selection was astounding – waxy comb honey, earthy truffle honey and a jelly-like chestnut honey complemented the cheese, especially topped with a caper and  Spanish Marcona almonds.

A refreshing tomato and beet gazpacho

A refreshing tomato and beet gazpacho

The vegetables came out next, starting with a gazpacho made with blended tomato and beets which imparted an almost fuchsia color and a refreshing taste. A single cooked shrimp waded in the vegetable bath surrounded by a spreading pool of horseradish cream and garnished with dill, but the pleasant surprise is what was beneath the surface. Tiny, crisp cubes of celery added flavor and texture to what was probably my favorite dish of the evening. A hot bowl of lemony roasted cauliflower with a mint, pine nut and caper topping was firm yet easily chewable; although the menu identified it as yellow cauliflower, the roasting gave it more of a brown color. In the trippy category was grilled slices of nectarine, surrounded by arugula that supported a hefty dollop of whipped ricotta cheese and walnuts. I anticipated that it would be sweet and delicious after having roasted peaches at last year’s bizarreBQ, and I wasn’t disappointed.

Chef David LeFevre (in black) manages the kitchen

Chef David LeFevre (in black) manages the kitchen

Our seafood options were done well; a southeast Asian-influenced crock of steamed mussels were flavored with a light treatment of green curry and a generous sprig of cilantro – the broth at the bottom was absorbed by the aromatic rice and taking mussel shell spoons full of the rice, broth, sweet Chinese sausage and mussels was delightful. A grilled squid came out in a bento box compartment with the pod sliced into tender rings, while the head and tentacles were battered and fried. Since our meal was slow-paced, I nursed a drink through the meal; the obvious choice in Manhattan Beach was the Manhattan Avenue. Not being much of a cocktalian I couldn’t compare it to a traditional Manhattan but it was a strange concoction rimmed with “bacon dust” and having smoky and syrup-like tequila notes (most likely from a combination of vanilla and caramel) – odd for a rye-based drink.

 The decadent "Elvis" desert

The decadent "Elvis" desert

The meat was ambitious and unusual; their Moroccan lamb belly (yes, lamb belly, not pork belly) was so tender that a knife was unnecessary. The BBQ sauce was sweet but because the cut was brined for 24 hours and then braised for another 48 it was particularly salty. The caramel pork jowl was similar – sweet on top, tender and flavorful, but also a little heavy on the salt. After the meat was presented there was barely room for desert, but it was impossible to let a dessert called “The Elvis” pass. This brain-numbingly sweet mélange was a jumble of peanut butter mousse, caramelized bananas, candied bacon bits and chocolate pudding that made me suspect that The King was actually murdered by Willy Wonka. I could only muster a couple of bites, then switched to a lemon ricotta cheesecake in a Mason jar that had an odd variety of textures and a traditional strawberry lemon verbena shortcake, washing it down with a cup of Intelligentsia El Machete coffee made in a French press.

The MB Post seal of approval

The MB Post seal of approval

The cuisine at MB Post is innovative and at times intense, and a departure from what I had expected. The seaside gastropub is noisy and packed, but with a relaxed atmosphere – a quaint and quirky place to enjoy dinner or happy hour. P.S. – be forewarned – after your meal, the check will not be in the mail.

MB Post
1142 Manhattan Avenue
Manhattan Beach CA 90266
GPS Coordinates:  33°53’6.70″N 118°24’39.12″W

GALLERY: See images from Val’s dinner at MB Post in Manhattan Beach CA

NOTE: This cost for this meal was provided by the restaurant. The content provided in this article was not influenced whatsoever by the organizer of the event.

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Family Thais

Night+Market
West Hollywood CA

A simple neon sign heralds the Night+Market

A simple neon sign heralds the Night+Market

For over three decades, the Yenbamroong family has been a fixture on the Los Angeles restaurant scene with a fleet of Thai restaurants, mostly catering to Western tastes. At the beginning of 2011, heir to the throne Kris Yenbamroong transformed the former Key Club office in the space adjacent to family’s established Talesai restaurant on Sunset Strip into Night+Market, a sparse, modern restaurant serving (as the neon sign advertises), Thai street food. Yenbamroong is quick to point out that Thais might be slightly put off by the term street food, as he essentially captures the essence of home cooked folksy food, using recipes gathered from his extended family and creating his own renditions of the traditional cuisine. The menu fare is primarily (but not limited to) dishes from the northern region of the country that the clan calls home.

Crispy pork toro (pork collar)

Crispy pork toro (pork collar)

Pork figures prominently on the menu, including an unusual variety of cuts in unique, flavorful preparations, but this isn’t a case of Yenbamroong catching a free ride on the hip “nose-to-tail” bandwagon – the dishes are reproductions of cuisine that is the product of a people making do with the ingredients on hand. At the lavish menu tasting I was recently invited to sample, the first dishes out belied the restaurant’s departure from Anglicized Thai food; moist and tender skewers of condensed milk-soaked pork satay and an eggy minced chicken larb gai, although flavorful, did nothing to shatter my notions of what defines Thai food. I understand that pad thai finds a place on the menu, but bears little similarity to the Western expectation of the noodle dish.  I was still remarking how unusually flavor-packed their homemade shrimp chips (with a peppery accompanying sauce that has the look and consistency of a dark tomato paste) were when they brought out the heavy artillery. One dish that looked like chunks of grilled onion turned out to be what Yenbamroong has named “pork toro” made from the hog collar, a delicious fatty and under-appreciated cut of pork. The little piggy nibbles were slightly chewy with the texture of a firm, grilled vegetable and took their deep color and flavor from dark soy sauce. Since your typical pig has two ears, it was only fitting that there were as many dishes featuring them. The pig ear strips stir fried with chile and garlic were instantly recognizable by the white membrane sandwiched between fleshy pork, but the outrageously tender deep-fried, tempura-battered pig ear could have passed for calamari tentacles. Essentially, Yenbamroong has successfully made a sow’s ear into a silk purse.

The chorizo-like sai uah northern pork sausage

The chorizo-like sai uah northern pork sausage

From the trailing end of the beast were equally unrecognizable pig tails. These succulent hunks of flesh are initially charred in a wok on high heat, braised and then deep fried, resulting in pork that literally melts in your mouth – there’s a good chance this dish could put Pre-Chew Charlie’s out of business. Two types of pork sausage were represented: the quail egg-sized sour sai krok isaan (earning its sour merit badge through 1 to 2 days of fermentation prior to cooking) and a northern sai uah (chiengrai herbed sausage served with noom salsa and cucumber). The sai uah had the consistency of chorizo and the fiery bite of a cobra and the sweet, sticky coconut rice was the only antidote at the table. Night+Market’s catfish tamale would look perfectly at home on a diner’s plate in a Oaxacan restaurant, wrapped lovingly in banana leaves plucked from Yenbamroong’s patio garden, but there was nothing Latino about the aroma of the fresh herbs and ground catfish that emanated from the unveiled treat. Nuoc mam chicken wings marinated in fish sauce were fried to perfection and almost tasted like seafood (a reversal of the “tastes like chicken” syndrome).

The flavors of the kao kluk gapi play together on the plate

The flavors of the kao kluk gapi play together on the plate

The two most formidable dishes sampled that evening were brought out last; the first was in impressive and attractive bowl of kao kluk gapi featuring rice flavored with shrimp paste and tiny dried shrimp, candied pork, shredded egg, red onion, green mango, cilantro and evil little Thai bird eye chiles. The dish arrived at in collective mounds to be mixed tableside and the wonderful aspect was that each forkful was flavored with whichever component was most prominent at the time. A bowl of kua gling (“border beef tendertail” simmered in chili paste and garnished with finely shredded kaffir lime leaves, also plucked from the garden) was the acme of incendiary cuisine – there was nothing on the table that would douse the flames of anguish spreading through my mouth – such rich, flavorful pain.

Quite literally, an ice cream sandwich

Quite literally, an ice cream sandwich

Chef Yenbamroong showed mercy on me by the promise of a cooling ice cream sandwich for desert – little did I realize how literal that statement was. The Trippy Meter pegged into the red when a dish was placed on the table containing a scoop of coconut ice cream standing on the shoulders of sweet sticky rice permeated with condensed and evaporated milk, garnished with toasted mung beans and sandwiched, yes, sandwiched between two slices of bread. Granted, the bread used was pan de leche, but it was the oddest looking translation of the name I had ever seen. True to his word, the ice cream took the edge off my 3rd-degree burnt tongue, but I have to say that it was a sweet delight. I’m not sure if it because of the ingredients, but the bread took on the characteristics of angel food cake.

Yenbamroong is enjoying a brisk business, offering a unique take on Thai cuisine in southern California, and is planning expansion to the current offerings possibly including grilling on the patio (he recently acquired three Thai sausage grills) and noodle house dishes. Whatever direction Night+Market takes, I will be waiting in eager anticipation to Thai one on.

Night+Market
9043 Sunset Boulevard
West Hollywood CA 90069
GPS Coordinates:  34° 5’26.58″N 118°23’20.74″W
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NOTE: This cost for this meal was provided by the restaurant. The content provided in this article was not influenced whatsoever by the organizer of the event.

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