Inside and outside, it was absolutely gorgeous.
It’s a good thing that wearing gym attire everywhere and anytime in LA is 100% acceptable. Everyone just wants the world to know that they work out. Which I totally do.
Yeah, I wasn’t exactly looking like a 900 likes on Instagram. This photo will definitely not be going up.
Jeri told me about how I should get beer and pizza. She pointed across at the most beautiful board of Organic Beer (on tap, weeeeee). Don’tcha just wanna get yourself a pint of Smog City or Acai Berry?
A beer and (buckwheat) pizza would go down an absolutely treat. However, it just wasn’t one of those nights. Look how much there was for us to choose from! I got my shit together and started rifling through them one by one.
One of my favourite things about this place is that their organic cocktails are made with agave. I would just spend all my time here if I lived in LA.
Jeri and Chelsea got a couple of cocktails to share (okay, with me too) – the Moscow Mule (American Harvest vodka, lime, ginger, agave, sparkling water) and the Hibiscus Veev (Veev vodka, hibiscus, agave, lime).
How adorable are the straws?
So I think my Mexican-loving side is definitely coming out to play this trip. We ordered the Jackfruit Nachos with Cashew Nacho Cheese, Black Beans, Guacamole, Pico de Gallo served on Organic Corn Tortilla Chips. Okay, 1) Cashew Nacho Cheese?! I need to find out how to make this. Not only did it taste good, but it’s cashews. Does anyone else not think this is crazy cool?! And 2) We genuinely thought this had meat in it until we remembered it’s vegan. We had to look back at the menu to realise it was jackfruit. I swear I don’t even like jackfruit. This is just the most exciting night ever.
If you’ve read my past blog posts, you know how Brussels Sprouts crazy LA is. Not that I don’t absolutely love it. Brussels Sprouts taste like ass in the UK the majority of the time. I need to find these recipes and bring them back home with me! This was the Brussels Sprouts, Summer Swuash & Tempeh Bacon Sautéed in Garlic Sage Butter.
The waiter asked if I liked hot sauce. My Asian side was insulted with that question. The first part of my overwhelming excitement came from dipping these bad boy sprouties into the most delicious hot sauce ever. The second part came from the fact that he told me I could buy this sauce to take home. I’m genuinely going to have a party back in London revolved around this bottle of goodness.
Also, I’ve been wondering for about 10 minutes if that’s a piece of dandruff in my hair or not. I have concluded that it is either the lighting, a piece of fluff, or a dandruff extended family reunion. Is that a little gross to write on a food blog?
Okay, sorry sorry, back to business. Ming and Chelsea ordered a salad to share – The Goatless Greek Quinoa Kale Salad. This was a chopped, tossed salad with massaged kale, quinoa, carrots, cucumbers, spicy cabbage, tomatoes, onion avocado, apple, kalamata olives and raw dill cheese and cashew alfredo.
Jeri’s favourite and what she gets absolutely every time she comes here is the Brazilian Bowl. Tonight, however, she wanted to spice things up, so went with the Gluten-Free Bowl of Soul. This was a bowl of roasted sweet potato, black beans, quinoa, orka, baby corn, sautéed kale, 1/2 gluten free biscuit, horseradish and gluten free mac and cheese ball topped with wing sauce and pickled jalapeño cabbage. How good does that sound? She said it was super yummy, but she did miss her old favourite.
Jeri said how good the bowls were here, so I went for a Falafel Bowl since I felt like a bit of falafelling. It’s a basmati rice and quinoa bowl topped with falafel, cucumber, red onion, roma tomato, avocado, oranges and fresh cilantro served with sides of tzatziki, red pepper hummus and mango. Mmmmm. However, my LA-ness came out and I was all ‘no basmati rice please’. I apologised for being fussy, and the response I got was “Trust me, this is LA, that wasn’t fussy.” My diva-ness has a long way to go.
After we’d stuffed ourselves (surprisingly quickly, we had to da bao a lot of our food), we skipped inside to admire all of the other goodies. And to buy my sauce.
Ming spotted this Parmesan “cheese” which she bought. Thinking about it, I definitely should have got a pot for myself.
And there it was, my hot sauce! I grabbed a big bottle and there was no looking back.
But there was something else that caught my eye. The vegan ice-cream.
It was called Kind Kreme, and the flavours all looked amazing. The bases were made from coconut flesh, cashews and raw honey. The best part was that we were allowed to try as many flavours as we wanted.
However, the woman behind the counter happily gave this other woman smiles and giggles, but did not like Jeri and I. But we’re so small and cute?!
We didn’t let her frozen stares stop us from inhaling the samples though. To be fair, it all paid off since we couldn’t resist any longer and Jeri and I felt compelled to order a scoop. Then we couldn’t decide which flavour, so we got two. We’re like children who just want it all. We went with peanut butter and jam, which was good, but then there was the salted caramel. Which was just the most insane thing I’ve ever had. It was better than a lot of normal ice-cream.
If someone had told me this was vegan, I would have laughed in their face. Instead, my mouth was busy doing other things, such as caressing each spoonful a little more intensely than is socially acceptable.
It’s so easy to be vegan in LA. London sucks.