Nov 2008

Pinkberry – Pasadena

Pinkberry arrived on the L.A. scene in January 2005. Since then, the fro-yo chain has expanded from sea to shining sea—fulfilling a sort of trendy food Manifest Destiny. I wanted to sample the hype when it first came about, but unfortunately a branch never set up shop in The City of Brotherly Love or in Saigon for that matter. So, while Angelenos and New Yorkers were getting their fill of the sour stuff, I had to settle for reading about it in mainstream media and within the blogging community.

Fast forward three years. The fro-yo trend is still going strong with Pinkberry wannabes popping up in strip malls all over town. While the lines at Pinkberry have noticeably thinned out, demand for this genre of sweets appears to be on the up and up.

Although I’m about four years too late, the first classic L.A. food that I wanted to try was Pinkberry. Spago, Sprinkles, The Apple Pan and Pink’s are all on the list, but first things first.

The Pinkberry closest to my apartment is about a mile away in Old Pasadena. My lovely friend Esme, whom I met in Rome while studying abroad, joined me for this highly-anticipated outing. Pinkberry yogurt is made with real milk and is about 20 calories per ounce. There are three flavors of fro-yo to choose from—original, green tea and coffee. Since it was my first visit, I asked the gal taking orders if I could taste each of the three flavors. She obliged.

The coffee and green tea flavors weren’t bad, just unpleasantly sour. Both Esme and I ordered a medium-sized original, which allowed us to choose three toppings each. I chose mochi, blackberries and mango, while Esme went with raspberries, strawberries and blackberries. After spending pennies on food this past year in Saigon, it was painful whipping out five bucks for this thing.

The verdict? Mostly positive, but I’ll probably never return again. You see, when I’m in the mood for a cold dessert, I want it to taste sweet. Pinkberry’s fro-yo and fresh fruits are quite the opposite, and thus do not fit into my spectrum of desired tastes.

Esme, on the other hand, is totally a sour dessert person. She also likes the fact that Pinkberry is a healthy alternative to ice cream. I’d much rather have ice cream.

Esme and I ate our fro-yo in a nearby courtyard that was housing a living art installation.

The trees were covered in wishes—some were sweet, while others were sour.

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Pinkberry
19 S. Fair Oaks Avenue
Pasadena, CA 91105
Phone: 626-744-0505

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Pinkberry in Los Angeles

Nov 2008

Cơm Tấm Thuận Kiều – San Gabriel

For one of our first meals out on the town, The Astronomer and I met up with veteran L.A. blogger Wandering Chopsticks. The evening’s destination was admittedly unoriginal, but I was craving a cool bowl of bun (vermicelli rice noodles), and WC knew a great place in nearby San Gabriel.

The San Gabriel Valley has the largest concentration of Chinese-American communities in the United States and a robust Vietnamese population as well. Driving to the restaurant, we passed by all sorts of awesome looking ethnic eats that I am muy excited to try—exploring this culinary landscape is going to rock!

Prior to arriving at Cơm Tấm Thuận Kiều, WC warned us that the place was a bit dirty, but after surviving the squatters in China, I wasn’t too worried.

Our group of three started with an order of cha gio ($5.50), which came with herbs, greens and a few cucumber spears. Nuoc mam was served on the side for dipping. The rolls were served hot out of the fryer and tasted fantastic—crispy blistered skin with well-seasoned porky innards. Unlike Ba Sau’s pinky-legnth cha gio in Saigon, these were super-sized to satisfy American appetites. After eating my portion of the cha gio, I was quite full and could’ve called it a night. However, I still had an entree coming my way.

WC and I ordered the same dish—bun chao tom nem nuong cha gio. Now, that’s a mouthful! Literally! The bottom of the bowl was covered with fresh bean sprouts, shredded lettuce and herbs. Next, a nest of vermicelli rice noodles. And lastly, the meat—egg rolls (cha gio), meat balls (nem nuong) and shrimp paste wrapped around sugarcane (chao tom). The bowl of bun was garnished with pickled carrots and daikon, scallion oil, peanuts, and fried shallots. The noodles were solid, with the exception of the sugarcane-less chao tom and slightly rubbery nem nuong. WC postulated that the meat balls were reheated rather than grilled to order, hence their unsavory texture. Portion-wise, the bowl was the size of a stadium. If there’s a next time, I’m definitely sharing my noodles with another.

The Astronomer stuck to the broken rice side of the menu and settled on com tam bi suon nuong ($4.99)—broken rice with grilled pork chops and shredded pork. It’s been three months since Vietnam and I still can’t get over how ginormous Vietnamese-American portions are; the slab of grilled pork was the size of my face. It’s a good thing The Astronomer is a powerful eater.

The three of us left Cơm Tấm Thuận Kiều stuffed to the gills.

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Com Tam Thuan Kieu
120 E Valley Blvd., Unit E
San Gabriel, CA 91776
Phone: 626-280-5660

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Com Tam Thuan Kieu in Los Angeles