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Myers + Chang

Our first full day of Boston left us tired from walking the Freedom Trail and also from drinking beer. After retiring to our hotel for a quick nap, we headed to Myers + Chang.

If you had to guess, you would probably guess Chang, but you would be wrong. That’s not Chang. It’s Woo.

Place mats are local Chinese newspaper pages, and their menu looks like a takeout menu.

Honey Jack with ginger, topped with a lager. Very refreshing, and the ginger and the lager take out the sweetness from the Jack, which is way too overwhelming.

I really enjoy this beer. I found it at BevMo, but it’s $5 a bottle. No thanks.

taiwanese-style cool dan dan noodles, fresh peanut and chili sambal

wok-charred udon noodles, chicken, baby bok choy, oyster sauce

tiger’s tears (aka bang bang & olufsen beef), grilled steak, thai basil, lime, khao koor

braised pork belly buns, bao, brandy hoisin, house pickle

lemon-ginger mousse coupe, homemade fortune cookie

Myers + Chang  seems a little gimmicky with giant dragons painted on the windows, charging a luxury fee for Asian dishes when Chinatown is a mere two blocks away. This place is more than Asian food  at a premium though. It’s a delicious little joint for familiar foods with a slight twist. They don’t stray too far from the traditional tastes on most of their dishes, which makes it comfort food. The sauces are a little bit different, a little bit lighter, but overall it’s close to what I grew up eating with my parents.

If you feel like exploring a little more, they have  that too. Some of their own creations, like chicken and waffles made with a ginger-sesame waffle looked pretty good.

I’d stop into this place again if I was in town, and you should too.


Everyone has been waiting for this place to open, mostly because it was already supposed to be open. I really don’t read up on restaurant openings, but I heard about this one, because it was expected to happen about a half dozen times. Well, the wait is finally over, so Michelle and I went to check out Lukshon with fellow Culver City resident, Andrea.

The ambiance was very nice, as expected from the usual consumers running around Culver City’s Helm’s Bakery area.

Here is how they serve their wine. This gets a big thumbs up in my book.

I opted for the Red Hitachino Rice Ale. Where’s my laboratory glassware?

We started with the scallops, topped with water chestnuts. Great combo of soft and crunchy.

Then came the chicken pops. I won’t tell you who, but someone at the table asked where the pop was on the chicken. These have a little bit of spiciness that hangs with you after all the pops are gone.

Lamb Sausage Roti with pickled cauliflower. Great texture on this one too. The roti was light,  flaky, and crispy.

Dan Dan Noodles. Before the waiter put our order down for this he wanted to make sure we liked spicy, because a previous customer almost passed out because she wasn’t read for it. I don’t know what kind of bland food that person is eating, but this is not spicy. The chicken pops had more heat than this dish. Still the dish was delicious and the noodles had a nice firmness to them.

After dinner coffee.

Complimentary dessert. I wish I had wrote about this before now, because I cannot remember what this was, but I do recall it being delicious.

Like I said, delicious.

Argentina: Not just for steak.

When people find out that we’ve returned from Argentina, they immediately ask us about the steak. The steak is incredible, but I feel like Buenos Aires is starting to offer so much more. Eat steak, but here are some other things you definitely want to check out.

Azema is a restaurant, named after the head chef and owner. This place is a fusion restaurant, combining foods from his travels to Vietnam and Morocco. Michelle’s favorite part in all this is that you can tell them how spicy you want it, and it actually ends up with a good bit of heat.

Fried dumplings. They’re like Asian empanadas.

Shrimp curry. They tend to overcook their shrimp in Argentina. The shrimp were a bit softer than I’d like, but it was great to taste some different flavors.

Michelle went with a Moroccan style lamb curry, and based off the sniffles she got the spicy she had been missing.

Los Inmortales, a pizza joint that’s very popular. If you ask for it by name people know.

Pizza is a pretty big deal in Argentina. It works out well for them, because cheese, olives, tomatoes, ham, and pepperoni are regular items in their diet anyway.

Pepperoni and mushrooms. The crust on their pies is well balance. It’s light but not too doughy.

You can’t see it, but under the layer of cheese is ham, covering every square inch of the crust. The sweetness of the ham against the saltiness of the olive and cheese worked well.

We checked out Sudestada, an Asian fusion joint. I was impressed with how many people were using chopsticks.

Hopefully they recount the orders for hanging chads.

Dumplings for starters.

Chicken curry. Beautifully presented.

Pork chow fun. This dish is okay. It was nice to get some familiar Asian flavors that we were missing during our trip, but it’s nothing too special.

Michelle loves hot dogs, so even though we had just eaten a couple hours before, she had to try an Argentinian hot dog. They call them superpanchos.

They offer all kinds of toppings to garnish their hot dogs, but to Michelle’s dismay none of them were jalapenos.

Whether or not you’re a fan of beef, you should visit Buenos Aires for a food vacation. There are enough restaurants challenging the traditional standard of parrillas. They’re doing it well too, combining the leisure eating style with different types of foods. This gets a big thumbs up in my book.

Best Pho I Never Had

Michelle’s parents aren’t as adventurous as we are with food, so it surprised me when they picked a Vietnamese place for dinner. When I saw the place it made a little more sense.

This is Pho Consomme in Gardena. It’s big, well lit, clean, and it has televisions in the restaurant. It’s not the typical dirty pho joint that you’re probably used to seeing. From the outside, I wasn’t sure what to expect with the food.

The first thing you’ll notice is that the menu is huge. This is just a portion of the menu. Pho Consomme is not one of your standard pho restaurants. It’s one of those hybrid fusion places that tries to cater to everyone. I was just happy that I wouldn’t be forced to order pho.

Let me first start off by noting that the service here is terrible. I don’t think they’re trying to be rude. I just think the guy they have working is incompetent. Service was slow. Replace him and I would definitely think much more of this place. Although knowing how these Asian joints work, he is probably related to the owners of the place, meaning this place will never live up to its potential.

We ordered spring rolls to start the meal. These were refreshing.

Pork over vermicelli. Again, the fresh looking greens are always a good sign. No wilted lettuce in this place.

Michelle ordered her usual pho to which I give my usual rating of, “It’s okay for a dish that uses dirt as the base for its broth.”

I ordered the shrimp and pork wonton soup. The picture on the menu shows noodles for the non soup version. Mine did not have noodles, which was a little bit disappointing, but it was still delicious. Fish balls, imitation crab meat, and wontons that made me feel like I was eating dim sum in a soup. Delicious.

If it wasn’t for the slow service, I would suggest that everyone check it out. If you’re more patient than I am, there are lots of items on the menu that definitely need exploring. I’d love to see what someone else thinks of this place.

Rolling with the Homies

Oh, that? That’s just me hanging with the two coolest Asian American journalists out there, Lisa Ling and Michelle Woo.

Boiling Crab

One of Michelle’s friends from college was in town from Alaska, so we decided that a dinner was in order. Boiling Crab in Rowland Heights was the spot chosen. The rain made traffic terrible, but it also removed the wait that normally exists at this place.

Let me start off by saying that Asians do not know how to make money off of alcohol. I was early so I grabbed a beer at a bar in the same plaza as Boiling Crab, and the glass wasn’t a pint. It looked like it was 24 ounces. Back at Boiling Crab the beers were $3/bottle, way under what a restaurant normally charges for beer. While the businessman in me says this is poor business, the alcoholic inside of me nods in satisfaction.

I’ve said multiple times that I don’t like sweet potato fries. For some reason these are not as sweet as other places, and I like them. They’re like a hybrid between regular fries and sweet potato fries.

Fried oysters.

Hot wings. Michelle said these were hot. When she says something is hot, you steer clear of it.

Shrimp and crawfish. The main event.

Not to be stopped after a single meal, we headed to Class 302 across the street for dessert.

I always watched friends pour on condensed milk onto shaved ice in high school, like it was the antidote to the poison they took. I told them that they should just freeze the condensed milk and shave that. I think that’s what they do here.

As my regular readers know, I can’t stand the way Asians do dessert. This is not dessert!

I went ahead and ordered Railroad Style Noodles. This was very tasty. Can anyone recommend a place to eat something like this that’s not so far east?

On a last note, Class 302 was awesome except for the smell of stinky tofu that wafted through the restaurant for a short while. Seriously, how do people eat that shit? It smells like feet! You are an asshole if you order this stuff in a restaurant. People are trying to enjoy other foods and not lose their meal. So to all people that order stinky tofu, fuck you.

Shit. I’m a Food Blogger.

Damn you, sinosoul!

I know how it happened. I saw it coming, but I still didn’t stop it. Writing about my meals was my lazy out, because every day it’s guaranteed that I eat. It’s a readily available source of material. I sleep every day too but not many people would stick around to read this blog if it were pictures of me sleeping taken from my tripod setup on a timer. Or would they? Nope.

So why the desire to avoid being called a food blogger? It just seems so elitist. I’ve heard it put best with the saying, “Opinions are like assholes. Everyone’s got one and no one thinks their’s stinks.” When it comes to tastes in food, everyone’s entitled to his opinions, but every time you give a thumbs up or down to a meal, you’re going to have someone that disagrees. I applaud those food bloggers out there willing to put an opinion down and stick with it, but who am I to say that that you cannot find as much enjoyment in fast food as I do in a “gourmet meal” at a 5-star restaurant? I don’t need more conflict in my life! I’m getting married. I already have plenty already .

So now that that’s said, there’s nothing left to do but talk about food.

During my battle with the flu Michelle picked up Chego for us. I’ve written about Chego before being too flavorful, and if you look at this dish it was really no different. You can see how much oil is in this dish. Having my taste buds numbed by illness made this meal quite enjoyable.

Thursday I took a walk to Choppe Choppe (a nod to another food blogger I know) down the street to grab a sandwich and some soup for my weary body. I can’t tell you what it is is that I love about the combination of wild mushrooms and brie. Perhaps if I do more food blogging I will be able to tell you but all I can tell you is that I love it.

The sandwich was BBQ pulled pork sandwich. The bread was too tough for my tastes. Meat was cooked nicely and the BBQ sauce was delicious, both spicy and sweet, but the slaw topping seemed to do more to mask the other flavors than anything else.

Judgements will not be cast when it comes to food. I’ll save them for musical tastes. Don’t get me started there. Your favorite band sucks.