Ever since I heard that Smorgasburg was arriving in L.A. this summer, I’ve been looking forward to going and having a fun filled field day of pigging out. I wanted to make sure that the day I went wasn’t going to be on one of them torturous heat wave days. Or else, I probably wouldn’t even survive beyond ten minutes into it. I chose this past Sunday to go when the weather was about somewhere in the 80’s. With the moderate weather and a stomach ready to be abused, I was prepared to spend all day at Smorgasburg, trying out as many vendors as my stomach can handle.
The plan was to arrive around 10am, to avoid the long lines. But SOMEONE was kind of slacking behind and hadn’t been ready on time. SS told me to be ready by 930am sharp. I asked what was going to happen if I wasn’t ready until 9:31am and if he was going to leave without me lol. He joked that I’d then have to take an Uber if that were to happen.
Being the punctual person that I am (for the most part, usually), I was ready on time. But it was SS that was not ready until 10am, the time that we were supposed to have already been there. I told him that HE is the one that needed to take the Uber.
We arrived at Smorgasburg around 10:45am. Upon entering, the level of crowdedness didn’t seem too daunting. The first two hours of parking is free. SS already decided that it didn’t look like we were going to be spending more than two hours here, mainly because it felt uncomfortably hot. It seemed like being on pavement made the weather feel way hotter than the reported weather of 80’s.
On my list of vendors to try for sure were:
Wanderlust – I so wanted to try their sticky rice ice cream. Plus, it was National Ice Cream Day, so everyone was posting pictures of ice cream that day, making me crave ice cream even more.
And maybe one of the coffee places. Whatever else we would try would be whatever looked interesting as we browsed. But Guerilla Tacos and Wanderlust were the two spots that I wanted to try for sure.
First stop: Guerilla Tacos.
The line to order food was under ten minutes. The wait to pick up the food, however, was probably double that.
Mushroom quesadilla (on the left) and the tacos (bacon + foie gras and octopus + chorizo).
I love octopus, but wasn’t too crazy about the octopus taco here. I liked the mushroom quesadilla the most, probably because of the cheesiness. I love cheesy.
We browsed around to see what else we wanted to try later. I wasn’t really too sure what I else I wanted. The acai bowls at Amazebowls seemed to be one of the favorites among the Instagrammers, being that it is colorful and pretty. But personally, it wasn’t really something I felt like overpaying for that day. I just got a vibe that I would have regretted it and would send up saying to myself, “WTF? I could make this for way cheaper at home. Those kids will buy anything just for Instagramming purposes!”
When I first saw posts from Raindrop Cake, the silicon implant cakes looked like an interesting concept. It didn’t look appetizing, but I was a bit intrigued to try it just out of curiosity. Judging from the pictures, it looked like it would taste like jello, with some kind of a twist. After reading from different customers that it tasted like jello in the flavor or “water” or whatever, I wasn’t ready to shell out food event prices to eat jello-tasting, implant resembling cake. I guess to get the intended taste, you are supposed to mix the components together, and it’ll take things to another level. But…I guess for me, it was a pass.
WTF else were we going to try? SS and I are both the types of foodies that end up wanting to cry if we feel like our money and calories were wasted on overpriced food that is mediocre or below. We like trying new things, but if something turns out to be disappointing, we will brood about it for days. So we can get a little overly cautious or hesitant about where our food money goes at times.
Well, there was still time to figure out what else we wanted to try later. But in the meantime, we were digested enough to try ice cream and headed to Wanderlust. The list of ice cream vendors that day had been known for being some of the best. Well, it’s not like I can try them all in one day (or I’d probably puke). I had to pick one and Wanderlust ended up being the winner since the sticky rice ice cream appealed to me the most.
The line was all over the place and it seemed a bit puzzling where the line started. There were people standing still from the side (due to the crowd and apparently, they were just at a halt), there were people stumped and waiting to also get in line, and then there was the actual line that we later figured out where it started. We waited in line for maybe, less than ten minutes. As the line moved along and we got closer to the front, we saw something scary….The line in the front was actually extended and connected with another line (that we thought was part of a line for another vendor). We looked closer and more carefully to trace the line. And yep, sadly, all those people in the mazelike line were, in fact, in line for Wanderlust. It looked like about an hour’s wait, more or less.
“Are you sure you want to wait?” SS asked me.
“Ummm….NO!” I answered. By this time, I already had a headache from the heat. I think I would have passed out if I waited in the line all the way through.
We both decided that we had enough. We couldn’t take any more of the heat. Waiting in the long lines would have probably been more bearable if it wasn’t for the heat. And we decided to head to Grand Central Market, our Plan B. The plan for our pigging-out day was, if Smorgasburg turned out to be a fail, we’d head over to Grand Central Market, a place we wanted to revisit to try more things. Sure, the lines would be long there too, but it wouldn’t be as hot since it’s indoors.
Yeah, it’s pretty sad that we had arrived to Smorgasburg, prepared to abuse our bellies, trying as many vendors as we can. Yet, we ended up being able to only try one. Oh well, at least there was Plan B.
On the agenda at Grand Central Market was Eggslut, Tacos Tumbras a Tomas (that SS loved the last time we were here), and of course, we needed coffee that we weren’t able to stay long at Smorgasburg to get.
We decided to part ways, one of us wait in line at Eggslut and the other, at Tacos Tumbras a Tomas.
When we got to Eggslut, we tried to find where the line ended. We walked, passing by all them people waiting, trailing the line to find the end of it. We walked, walked some more, walked out the building….still not seeing the end of the line…walked some more, around the other side, and then FINALLY found it. It looked like it’d be over an hour’s worth of wait time. And umm, NOPE. Call me a weaksauce foodie or whatever you want, but there was no way I was going to wait that long just to try out a highly acclaimed spot, no matter how good it’d be. So, sadly, Eggslut was out the window.
Wexler’s Deli was also on the list of the places to try here. I waited in line for a Rueben Corned Beef sandwich while SS went over to get tacos. It took less time for him to get the tacos and he met me back at Wexler’s, where the sandwich came out a minute later. I wasn’t really in the mood for a sandwich at the time, but I enjoyed it.
There was no place to sit and we ended up sitting at a bench, and me asking myself why I chose to come here on a Sunday.
I kept looking back to spot any table leaving. Before even digging into the food, I spotted one!
“Do you have eyes on the back of your head?” SS asked. Maybe I do lol.
We both liked the tacos from Tacos Tumbras a Tomas better than the ones from Guerilla’s.
Carne asada and carnitas tacos, with extra tortillas that we used to mix and match.
We were stuffed, but not nearly as stuffed as we felt during our first visit to Grand Central Market.
Next on the list was coffee. We headed over to G&B Coffee. I was ready to order a cold brew or something. But as I glanced at the menu on the board, the Tumeric Almond Macadamia caught my eye.
SS decided to get an Almond Macadamia Latte, one of the “best lattes in America“.
I was kind of expecting to spend the entire day in the LA area, playing foodie. But we both kind of felt exhausted from the heat and the crowd and decided to head back home. We threw in the towel. Weaksauces, I know.
Going back to the car, I couldn’t believe the long line just to use the elevator. I don’t think I’ve seen a line so long for an elevator in my life. And once inside, it was like a claustrophic’s worst ngihtmare.
When we got home, we relaxed for a bit, then went shopping to burn off some calories. When I go shopping for clothes, I often want to cry after trying some things on. There are many times I can’t buy clothes because I’ve gotten so fat. And I always end up telling myself that I’m going to go on a strict diet. This time was no exception. I wanted to cry. My food baby belly came out even more, especially after the gorge-fest that day. For the most part, I eat pretty light and healthy all week and allow myself one cheat day per week (usually not to this extent). Sometimes, I’ll want to buy the clothes that I’m too fat for, for motivation. I thought about doing so this time, but ended up deciding to come back after I’ve lost more weight. Also, I am planning to live on the treadmill today after yesterday’s massive pig-out session.
Around 9-10pm-ish, SS started to get a bit hungry (being that the last we ate was around 1pm-ish). I wasn’t exactly hungry (big surprise), but I guess I was able munch a bit. We both craved something Korean, especially after all that greasy eating earlier. Korean food always seems to hit the spot after a time of eating foods rich and heavy. The garlicky and spicy flavors, especially, help me with digesting the heavy feeling away (maybe it’s all psychological, maybe it’s a Korean thing, maybe it is BS…I don’t know. I just know that it helps me feel better and regular again afterward).
We browsed around for local joints, most likely to be K-bars that’d be still open around the time. Golbenge muchim (spicy sea snails) sounded good. So did dakddongjip (chicken gizzards). But, I guess SS was not feeling those. He was craving ddukbokki (spicy rice cake). That is what we ended up getting ddukbokki at Koko Chicken & BBQ, the cheesy one. I love cheesiness in ddukbokki.
Being that I wasn’t even really hungry, I was surprised with myself that I was even able to eat.
“I thought you weren’t hungry,” SS pointed out, chuckling at me as I pigged out while not being “too hungry”. I guess I just couldn’t refuse when it was right in front of me. Ddukbokki is one of my comfort foods.
I am eating salads for the rest of the week and going to be living at the gym……