And that means having one last LA juice. We headed to Pressed Juicery for some post-cardio juice lovin’.
Pressed Juicery was crazy. It’s literally a little store with one fridge at the back. That’s it. So simple.
That was the whole concept behind the store, which was reflected in their minimalistic design. Just focused around the goods.
Now the only choice I had to make was picking the juice. But they had so many! The first one that caught my eye was their new one that they were advertising: Kale, spinach, romaine, brazil nut, vanilla bean, dates and sea salt. It sounded pretty interesting – date/nutty sweet but green?
The guy sensed my confused face and offered me a sample. What a lovely man.
One sip and I was sold. I wasn’t sure on the taste still – I didn’t know if I liked it or didn’t like it, but I was willing to buy a bottle and find out.
Ming went for a Greens 4 – Cucumber, celery, watercress, lemon, ginger and cayenne.
Check my slight tan and green juice in hand whilst in my gym kit. Do I look like a local yet?
It was a nice little place, so perfect for our breakfast.
Don’t get me wrong, they did every meal here too, which was very tempting…
And did I mention cakes?
No, no, no. Breakfast. Go away, sweet tooth.
Ming told me how their coffee is known to be amazing, so I went for their most popular blend, Manhattan Mudd. Can’t go wrong with most popular!
We sat outside and basked in the last of the LA sun.
Neither of us was that hungry after exercise, but greedy me ordered something anyway. I’ll literally feel like I’m anorexic if I miss a meal, so I panic and make myself eat. Can’t let myself waste away!
I ordered the Salmon Scramble, which was three organic eggs with their natural smoked salmon, Roma tomatoes, and chives. I paid a liiiitle bit extra to get it with just egg whites and fruit instead of my salad. Best decision.
My Manhattan Mudd also arrived.
I kind of wish it didn’t though? Is that bad to say? It was so thick, it genuinely was ‘mudd’. I even asked for some milk after discovering this, and it still wasn’t for my taste. Not for me. I mentioned it to Jeri and she said the thickness was what people liked about it – it wasn’t watery like Starbucks. LA needs to meet Colonna and Smalls, pronto.
I went over to see Mama and Papa Bridges, who were sat on a different table around the corner since we couldn’t get a table big enough for all 4 of us. They ordered the same thing as me to share (both also not that hungry), but without being a fussy wannabe-LA diva. She needs to learn.
I asked for mine without bread, and she didn’t. I kind of regret it because the bread looked so good.
Our final breakfast. I had to hold back my tears. Would have probably loosened up that coffee a little though.