I had a friend from out of town drop in last night, and we were reminiscing about olden times. We are both junk food aficionados and we were talking about long closed restaurants.
One of my favorite taco joints was La Jicora in Isla Vista, Califiornia. Man, they had the greatest bean and cheese burritos on the planet. They unfortunately sold their property to get this, Burger King! Of course, that travesty and every other business thereafter has failed miserably. Even Sushi Teri House, a very good cheap Japanese food joint has failed. I still hope to buy the property and open my Tommy’s franchise (which doesn’t franchise, so I will be forced to steal their recipe and call it DarrylBurger).
When it was about to close, my roomie went up to the owner and asked him the most important question in the universe, “What is the special ingredient that makes the beans so delicious?”. The answer, “Chorizo!”. Generations of hippie vegetarians had been scarfing down bean and cheese burritos there, not realizing that the burritos contained spiced pig salivary glands and esophagi. My friend also let on that that was the place that he had first seen huevos rancheros, ordered by yours truly. I’ve actually tried to make refried beans with chorizo, but my results were not even a poor imitation of the Real La Jicora thing.
Another killer restaurant now closed was Serranito’s (sp?), also in IV. It had the world’s greatest flautas, which were like an oven baked burrito. Quite often, you see them deep fried at lesser establishments. They had a bizarre green sauce not of this earth on them, not comprising of avocado, tomatillo or green chile. I always liked the chicken and broccoli. They were the first place I had been to that placed a smidgeon of the ingredients on top to identify the flauta/burrito. The owner was gunned down on the doorstep to the restaurant. We used to jokingly order the human flauta. I almost always had a friend working as a waitress there, and was able to get very good deals on pitchers of beer.
In the San Fernando Valley of my childhood, there was a magnificently shitty hamburger stand, the name of which I cannot remember. On the last day of school, they had the unbelievable deal of hamburgers for 20 for a dollar. Even in my poverty stricken youth, this was a fantastic bargain. The hamburgers were about the same size as a McDonald’s.
Neato Burrito on the Balboa Peninsula in Orange County, California. They had the world’s greatest grilled fish burrito. Oddly enough, their refrigerated front case was filled with eggs. It was crawling distance from my friend’s house and was one stop shopping for eggs, fish burritos, and drugs.
So, any remembrances of long closed food joints?