Aug 2018

Majordomo – Los Angeles (Chinatown)

Majordomo - Chinatown - Los Angeles

Chef David Chang opened his first Los Angeles restaurant Majordomo earlier this year. Located a little north of Chinatown in an area inhabited by warehouses, the restaurant serves small and large plates of Korean-inflected fare. Note: If you’re interested in how Majordomo launched from soup to nuts, I recommend listening to the “Pre-Opening Diaries” series on The Dave Chang Show podcast.

Parking is ample and easy in this part of town; however, the same cannot be said about reservations. I secured a table for two the day before out of sheer luck—someone must’ve just cancelled as I was perusing possibilities. Pro tip: plan ahead.

Majordomo - Chinatown - Los Angeles

I find it impossible to discuss David Chang’s cooking without first acknowledging his reputation. For better or worse, the two are very much intertwined. As a culinary personality, he always seems to be bad-mouthing something or another or espousing self-assured yet unnuanced views on food and culture. All of this makes me shake my head in disappointment.

As a chef, however, his point of view in the kitchen has always piqued my interest. Since visiting Momofuku Noodle Bar back in 2007, I’ve kept close tabs on his whereabouts whenever I visited New York City—from Ssam Bar to Má Pêche to Milk Bar to Fuku.

Majordomo - Chinatown - Los Angeles

While I have my views of the guy, both good and less-good, I wanted to experience Majordomo from a fresh perspective. All preconceived notions dissipated with each sip of my heady Old Fashioned ($14) made with rye, Bonji (a fermented, cold-pressed liquid seasoning), and bitters.

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Jul 2018

HiPPO – Los Angeles (Highland Park)

Hippo - Highland Park - Los Angeles

Two Wednesdays ago, I felt a little like kevinEats circa 2010. When HiPPO’s grand opening coincided with a planned date night with The Astronomer, I could not resist being one of the first diners to experience Chef Matt Molina’s latest effort.

While it’s usually advisable to give a new restaurant a few weeks or even months to gain its sea legs, I wasn’t too worried with seasoned hospitality vets at the helm (see: Everson Royce Bar). HiPPO hummed on its first night of business inside the former Highland Park Post Office (hence the name HiPPO).

Hippo - Highland Park - Los Angeles

I am currently on an alcohol-forward cocktail kick, and the “Old Man Brunk” ($12) spoke to me. The combination of rye, poblano, cynar, vermouth, and most intriguingly, pickle brine, was everything I was in the mood for. Truly, a drink for adults.

Hippo - Highland Park - Los Angeles

It’s been a while since a restaurant has provided complimentary bread, so I was tickled when HiPPO’s gratis focaccia hit the table. The focaccia, which was baked a stone’s throw away at sister restaurant Triple Beam Pizza, arrived crisp and lightly salted on the outside and springy within.

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Jul 2018

Dear Mr. Gold

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The first time I met Jonathan Gold in 2010 at the LA Street Food Fest.

News of your passing late Saturday night brought an intense wave of emotion over me. As I sat teary-faced on the kitchen floor, remembering all the witty things you’d written and said aloud, I wondered if I’d still be living in Los Angeles if it weren’t for you. There is no doubt in my mind that I gained a deeper understanding and appreciation for the city’s vast and varied landscape, and for the sheer diversity of its people, while seeking out the exceptional mom-and-pops and street food finds that you prolifically reviewed.

Through your magnificent gift of prose, you pushed and inspired me to see, taste, and experience Los Angeles. You’re the reason I fell in love with the city and didn’t ever want to leave it. You gave me the confidence to meet my neighbors and to explore the breadth of my community, one remarkable meal at a time.

Thank you for introducing me to the greatness of regional Chinese cooking. From Shandong’s beef rolls to Chongqing’s fried chicken, it mattered little that I didn’t speak Chinese when I had your reviews by my side. You showed me that the San Gabriel Valley, my very own backyard, could be a culinary playground, too.

Thank you for guiding me through Koreatown and its hectic network of double-decker strip malls and subterranean businesses. You taught me how to slip on thick, worn gloves to grill my own seafood over a flame-licked grill. You modeled how to wrap bossam like an expert. And you gave new meaning to K.F.C.—the “shattering, thin-skinned snap” of Korean fried chicken.

Thank you for your curiosity and zest for finding everything delicious hidden in plain sight, like the incredible biryani tucked away on a random block in Culver City and the otherworldly black sesame cream puffs at the out-of-the-way patisserie in Lomita. We all benefited from your tremendous gift for sniffing out the best stuff and your passion for sharing your discoveries.

And lastly, thank you for being my friend. It meant so much to me that you took the time to read Gastronomy and even recommended it to your fans. I will never forget the kindness and good humor you generously shared every time our paths crossed, whether it was on a panel discussion of some sort or an impromptu run-in at our local Pie ‘n Burger. Thank you for bringing me into your world.

You’re not just the belly of Los Angeles, Mr. Gold, you’re its heart and soul too. Thank you for everything.

With love, respect, and admiration,

Cathy