This place is called Hot Hot Food.
So in that same spirit, let’s cut right to the point today.
It’s a casual, very-LA spot for eating food brought to you by a former Perch/Must founder along with the mastermind behind Earl’s Gourmet Grub. It opens tomorrow, with tongue planted firmly in cheek.
Take a look. It’s not Spago. It’s a small concrete block abutting its neighbors. The sort of once-ubiquitous roadside diner Angelenos used to attend for chili dogs and burritos after Dodger games. But nicer, with more Miami Vice colors and Neopolitan ice cream stripes and anatomically suggestive pop art.
Let’s not mince words. This will be great drunk food after you’ve left Smog Cutter with friends and everyone needs something to get to work on whatever rotgut you imbibed there.
That’s when you’ll walk into this place, fruitlessly search for Kid Frost on the jukebox and take over a booth or, wiser still, the patio. Then, you can expect to encounter a profusion of locally influenced specialties like fried rice with crispy carnitas, Avocado Toast-adas and large kale salads.
By law, there must be kale.
