In west Los Angeles, south of Santa Monica. Homeless; protest (against SnapChat); impeach Trump booth; drum with tennis balls, to alter the sound; body builders … all kind of interesting people and things. The parking lots charge $6 per entry.
In west Los Angeles. It reminds me a little of South Street Seaport in New York. It begins a sunny blue sky day but as we were driving toward the coast, the fog suddenly appeared, as if out of nowhere. The street cleaner said, hope the skies will clear … unfortunately it didn’t. We walked to Venice Beach in the cold. As we’re driving back in the afternoon, the sun reappeared again, and hot 80 degree.
4749 Fountain Ave
Los Angeles, CA 90029
East Hollywood
(323) 662-4024
An interesting Filipino cafe, with a little French colonial flavor, and homey.
Baby rose on each table while serenades by a lady pianist, playing some old tunes such as moon river, a small world, Chopin, and Dr. Zhivago – oh my, almost felt off my rattan chair with cushion. The portly owner likes to socialize with diners, and good naturally fussing with the rose; even replacing one over a couple who’s in the mist of chewing. I don’t think that I would have mind even its a little odd.
Ok, the food. We order dry roast pork and oxtail soup. Both are delicious but the pork is old (hard at the edges) – I think they don’t sell enough to keep it fresh. The flavor is more than Chinese – I used to participate in a Filipino tennis tourney that incl lunch and sometimes dinner. And every time the organizers brought out a whole roast pig similar to that of Chinese. The oxtail soup is gigantic, with generous veggies. The meat is very tender but not off the bone, which requires a little persuasion to get it off.
The sinamak (spicy vinegar) is yummy!
@ Venice Beach, west of Los Angeles. Without sun shine, the views are less attractive.
