Blame It On The Bossa Nova

Ta Bom Brazilian Food Truck

Los Angeles County, California

Ta Bom - it is Da Bomb

Ta Bom - it is Da Bomb

To many of the non-Portuguese speaking Angelenos who see Ta Bom coming, the name emblazoned on the front gets alliterated to “The Bomb”. Ilse Marques and her twin daughters Jackie and Julie aren’t about to go Rosetta Stone on their ass since it brings customers to their chunk of pavement, and because… well, they are the bomb. It would be erroneous on my part to call Ta Bomb a “gourmet food truck”, as there’s nothing uppity about their traditional Brazilian street food. “Ta Bom” (“It’s Good” in Portuguese) is not just a catchy name, it’s truth in advertising – this is real, hearty food of the people. A transplant from São Paulo, Marques found herself unemployed with time to consider a change of occupation. She had always wanted to cook Brazilian food, and so almost exactly a year after her life-changing experience, her truck was launched. Everything is fresh and made from scratch, and they will talk about the preparation with pride – they clearly love what they do. It’s a foregone conclusion that I wanted to try the more unusual items on the truck, and so I asked what someone walking up to a stand on the streets of Brazil would want.

Ilse Marques (center) with daughters Jackie and Julie

Ilse Marques (center) with daughters Jackie and Julie

The first item on their menu is the grilled top sirloin steak taco. To me it sounded like a tribute offering to the taco truck gods that begat the food truck craze, but hardly indicative of Brazilian cuisine; oddly enough, the steady stream of patrons who came to the window while I discussed traditional food mostly ordered the taco. Not that I’m knocking it – in fact, I watched as one of the cooks was cutting fresh, red sirloin by hand, and the folks that ordered them raved about them. Jackie told me that the most popular item with a Brazilian pedigree is the coxinha, a tear-dropped shaped croquette made with shredded chicken entombed with cream cheese in a breadcrumb crust. When this tear of joy hits the hot oil, the cream cheese melts into the chicken and results in a hot cone of Brazilian heaven; all I knew was that I had to have one. The pastels (crisp pastry folded over a variety of meats, cheese or bananas) are popular, but I was intrigued by the cachorro quente (the Brazilian-style hot dog). While I waited for my food I faked disappointment in not seeing the most popular beverage in Brazil – Guarana Antarctica – but apparently if I had dug into the ice chest I would have found them in plentiful supply.

The delicious creamy-centered coxinha

The delicious creamy-centered coxinha

I had a pretty good idea what to expect with the coxinha, but the hot dog floored me. Anyone who has had to listen to me babble for hours knows that hot dogs are my comfort food of choice, but no one could have predicted my slack-jawed amazement in this work of art. They start with a high quality beef sausage, which is butterflied and slapped on the grill. The bread (which was more roll than bun) was also grilled on both sides. The doggy is then put to bed on the roll and then topped with grilled corn, a condiment trilogy (mustard, mayo and ketchup) and potato sticks (yes, those crispy shoestring potato snacks we used to buy in a can as kids). The combination of the savory sausage, the sweet corn, the crunch of the potatoes and the toasty roll made me want to retire from eating so I would always remember this as the last thing I ate. I came to my senses, realizing that I still had to finish the coxinha, which was like a rich, cheesy knish and was both tasty and filling. Jackie offered me one of the tacos so that I could see what initially brings people to the truck, and although the meat was tender and flavorful with just the right amount of cilantro, onions and salsa verde, it seemed like an obligatory food truck staple teaser, leaving me to feel sorry for those just ordering the tacos and missing the best fare.

My woeful tale of gluttony isn’t over – Jackie told me that no Brazilian meal would be complete without a homemade brigadeiro, a fudgy truffle-like candy made on the stove from condensed milk, butter and cocoa, then rolled in a ball of chocolate sprinkles. I was informed that in order to make a good brigadeiro, it requires stirring for almost half an hour. I’m not much of a chocoholic, but it was sweet without being overbearing (reminiscent of soft, melty fudge); I chased the treat with the Guarana Antarctica (which I found similar to a mild Mountain Dew) and thanked the Marques family for keeping tradition alive and bringing it to the masses. I’ve often thought about visiting Brazil, but for now I’m content with letting it come to me.

Ta Bom (Brazilian Taste Truck)
Los Angeles County, California
http://twitter.com/Ta_Bom

GALLERY: See images of L.A. County’s Ta Bom Brazillian food truck

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Eye of Newt and Toe of Frog

Halloween in Salem, Massachuestts

Time in the pillory caps off a visit to the Dungeon Museum

Time in the pillory caps off a visit to the Dungeon Museum

Salem, Massachusetts is as synonymous with Halloween as Times Square is with New Year’s Eve, and with good reason; Salem has the dubious reputation of having burned witches at the stake in the early years of the Massachusetts Bay Colony. Of course, reputation and fact are often muddy bedfellows – most of the “witch” trials took place near Salem, and of the more than 150 men and women accused, nineteen were hung and one was pressed to death in an effort to get him to confess. Since witches fall nicely into the imagery of Halloween, Salem has become the undisputed capital of Halloween celebration. It is the one night each year that local attractions are open late into the evening; the streets fill with revelers in what is undoubtedly the world’s largest annual masquerade party. In recent years it has digressed into more frat night than fright night, but it is still the definitive place to appreciate creativity and the art of the masquerade. Continue reading

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Smile And Say, “Cheese!”

Grilled cheese sandwiches

The Grilled Cheese Truck, The Foundry on Melrose

Los Angeles, California

The Brie Melt and Cheesy Mac and Rib Melt

The Brie Melt and Cheesy Mac and Rib Melt

Ask partners Dave Danhi (“The Big Cheese”) and Michele Grant (“Cheese Executive Officer”) of The Grilled Cheese Truck, “Why grilled cheese?” and the answer you will undoubtedly get is, “Why not grilled cheese?” In a sea of trucks serving up unusual fusion food requiring assistance from a Berlitz guide for identification, The Grilled Cheese Truck is one of the few that doesn’t require a vivid imagination and an open mind to figure out what’s on the menu. A staple, comfort food and favorite of all ages who eat, grilled cheese has immediate, recognizable appeal. But what drives someone to focus a mobile restaurant on the American classic? Well, according to Danhi, he attended a few of Los Angeles’ now legendary annual Grilled Cheese Invitationals and thought it would make a good street item after seeing the popular reaction to the contest honoring the culturally iconic sandwich. It appears his assumption was correct; The Grilled Cheese Truck was honored in the 2010 Grilled Cheese Invitational with the People’s Choice Award (not bad for only having been in operation since October of 2009). Numerous foodies and friends recommended the GCT as a “must try”, but scheduling had made it difficult – until the truck appeared prominently in the 2010 Pasadena Doo Dah Parade. Dave and Michelle sat atop the truck, tossing out foil-wrapped sandwiches as it was seemingly pulled along by rope down the middle of Colorado Boulevard. A quick trot beside the truck was enough to find out that they were going to be at Vrooman’s after the parade, and my lunch plans were set.

The line forms for The Grilled Cheese Truck

The line forms for The Grilled Cheese Truck

By the time I arrived, the line was already an hour long in the hot sun, resulting in me being grilled as well, but by the look of satisfaction on the faces of those already digging in to the golden, melted slices of heaven, it would be worth it. I could have ordered the tried-and-true Plain and Simple Melt (with four choices of cheeses and price ranges), but that’s not how Val from Trippy Food rolls (although he does apparently speak of himself in the third person). I chose that phrase in homage to their motto, emblazoned across the back of the truck: “Chef driven grilled cheese, ’cause that’s how we roll”. And roll they do, like the big stone ball in Raiders of The Lost Ark, and so my sights were set on the golden treasure – the Cheesy Mac and Rib Melt. This cleverly concocted and constructed cavalcade of cheese starts with macaroni and sharp Cheddar, and then blends in barbequed pork and caramelized onions. These ingredients had no business playing together, and yet they worked perfectly – the tangy and sweet pork held its own against the sharp and creamy Cheddar, and the macaroni added an odd yet comfortable texture and chewiness to the sandwich. The beauty of having a dining partner is that you can order multiple items and share, which allowed me to also order the Brie Melt. This artisan sandwich was made with double cream Brie embedded with thinly sliced pears and a drizzle of honey on cranberry walnut bread. With those ingredients, this sandwich had the potential of being overpoweringly sweet, and yet the slight pungency of the Brie kept the sugarplum fairies at bay. The contrast in the warm, gooey cheese and the crisp, cool pears made this a meal worth savoring. Just for good measure, we also ordered a sack of tots (get the image of a burlap bag full of children out of your head) which were golden brown and yet moist (without being soggy).

Eric Greenspan finishes his signature sandwich

Eric Greenspan finishes his signature sandwich

If you prefer eating your grilled cheese sandwich late at night while sitting at a  table, then I recommend giving multi-Grilled Cheese Invitational award winner Eric Greenspan’s restaurant (The Foundry on Melrose) a try. Greenspan’s grilled cheese is a thing of sweet beauty, and oh, so rich. The artisan raisin bread is grilled sans ingredients, sizzling away in a shallow pool of butter. Once grilled, the bread is topped with soft cheese melted under flame, and then fresh, crisp greens and braised short ribs, which practically pour onto the sandwich. The result is richer than Bill Gates; a sinfully decadent, gooey sweet conglomeration that you’ll be tasting long after you finish licking your fingers. No side dishes necessary here – a little goes a long way.

The Foundry has elevated the grilled cheese sandwich to gourmet status, and The Grilled Cheese Truck has taken it on the road. Of course if you want to stick with melting a couple slices of Kraft singles between two pieces of Wonder Bread, be my guest; it just seems a little cheesy to me.

The Grilled Cheese Truck
Los Angeles County, California
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The Foundry on Melrose
7465 Melrose Ave.
Los Angeles, CA 90046
GPS Coordinates: 34° 5’1.45″N 118°21’9.79″W

GALLERY: See images of Val at The Grilled Cheese Truck and Eric Greenspan’s signature grilled cheese sandwich

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Heart Of The Country

Center of the Contiguous 48 States

Lebanon, Kansas

One of many signs indicating the center of the country

One of many signs indicating the center of the country

Use your favorite adhesive and mount a Rand McNally map of the contiguous 48 United States on the wall (if it has all 50, we’ll just ignore Alaska and Hawaii for now). I’ll wait. Done? Good. Now take a dart and take your best shot to hit the center of the map. If you’re a decent darts player, you should land in the vicinity of Lebanon, Kansas, and with close to the same accuracy as L. T. Hagadorn and L. A. Beardslee achieved in 1898. As part of the U. S Coast and Geodetic Survey that year, engineers Hagadorn and Beardsly cut a detailed cardboard form of the U. S. at the time (Hawaii, Alaska, Arizona and New Mexico were not yet states, but the latter two did not affect the shape). This was rested on a point until it balanced, placing the location in the middle of Johnny Grieb’s hog farm in Lebanon, Kansas (about a half mile from the current location of the marker). Since Farmer Grieb didn’t want a bunch of city folk traipsing through his fields, the current site was selected. A slightly more scientific method of centering the intersection of even-length lines between the northernmost and southernmost and the easternmost and westernmost points of the contiguous U.S. would place the center some 215 miles away as the crow flies near the appropriately named Center, Kansas in Chautauqua county, but since no one really agrees on the most accurate means of calculating the point, Lebanon is as good a location as any.

Me at the approximated Center of the Contiguous 48 States

Me at the approximated Center of the Contiguous 48 States

The State of Kansas pitched in to build a road (Kansas 191) out to the spot from what is now US Highway 281 to the T-bone intersection of AA Road. In 1940, the Lebanon Hub Club sponsored a stone monument erected at the site; shortly thereafter came a motel on the crest above the small park, and a tiny chapel. After the site failed to become an international tourist attraction as thought, the motel closed. In June of 2008, the chapel was destroyed by a driver barreling down Highway 191 and failing to make the turn at the T-bone (fortunately for all us thrill-seekers and historians, it has since been rebuilt). The chapel features a tiny lectern and pews that hold 6 guests for anyone wishing to renew their vows. The miniscule church appears to be open 24-7; the area doesn’t appear to be threatened by the criminal element out to steal the US-shaped flag and cross on the wall, the guest book or the furniture. While I was there, a single car passed, neither stopping nor slowing down for a look (obviously a local). In fact, the only sign of life besides me was a chicken that would occasionally dart out of the bushes beside the chapel; if I died there, my body probably wouldn’t be discovered for days.

The rebuilt chapel at the Center of the Contiguous 48 States

The rebuilt chapel at the Center of the Contiguous 48 States

As you drive north into the heart of the teeming metropolis that is Lebanon (with a population of 364 as of the last survey) you see stone, wood and metallic highway signs informing you that you have reached “Lebanon, Kansas, Center of the 48 States”. A sign telling you where to turn left onto Highway 191 would probably be helpful, although once on the road you won’t miss the spot since if you drive straight through the end they’ll be forced to build another chapel. A sign across the road states that “Lebanon Has Souvenirs”, but I drove up and down Elm Street (US 281) several times and neglected to find as much as postcard. I decided to see what life was like in the center of town. Main Street (yes, it’s actually called Main Street) was largely deserted; a considerable amount of the former storefronts appeared to be abandoned, with some of the buildings missing doors and windows (apparently for years).  The only activity appeared to be an event sponsored by the Lebanon United Methodist Church where horse-drawn carts were giving hayrides; I would have stayed for the shindig, but I had another four hours to go to get back to Omaha, Nebraska.

The front of a former bank in Lebanon, Kansas

The front of a former bank in Lebanon, Kansas

Sadly, this little chunk of heartland Americana is slowly evaporating, suffering the effects of “rural flight” (the townsfolk are leaving in droves for the big city). In our urban cities and towns, the abandoned buildings would be covered in graffiti, strewn with garbage and become hangouts for the criminal element, but in this shrinking town they simply become ghostly shells of their former glory. I imagine the local business that are left appreciate the patronage of people like me that are attracted to the center of the Old 48 like iron to a magnet, so if you happen to be in Kansas passing through (maybe to see the world’s largest ball of twine in Cawker City), make the side trip to see where the dart landed. Maybe you could call a friend and let them know that our country really is centered on you.

“Official” Geographic Center of the 48 Contiguous States
Junction of AA Road and Kansas 191
Lebanon, Kansas 66952
Marker GPS Coordinates: 39°49’41.81″N 98°34’45.96″W
Location GPS Coordinates: 39°50′ N 98°35′ W

Geographic center of center of the 48 States using the intersection of extremes:
GPS Coordinates: 37°15’2″ N 96°21’30” W

GALLERY: See more images from Val’s visit to Lebanon, Kansas

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Trippy Food Podcast #3: Florida Road Trip

In this podcast, Alie Herrera and I cover the highlights of a Florida road trip from Cocoa Beach down to Key West. Enjoy!

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