There is a guy who named his food truck "Eggslut" and vowed to serve only the most delicious egg-centered meals.  I had to meet this person and taste his eggs.   I think it's incredibly effective to get really specific with a certain food item and do that one thing better than anyone else.  Bravo, Alvin.

I had never sampled Eggslut when it was a truck, but finally got my ass to the Grand Central Market, (one of my favorite places in LA anyway), this past weekend, where Eggslut, now has a permanent, wheel-less residence.

Oh my God!  The menu was crazy.  Everything sounded so good!  I decided on the classic egg salad sandwich served on a brioche bun.  My friend got the burger.  We were thrilled to get this Eggslut party started.

My sandwich, wrapped in old-school brown paper, slid across the counter to my stool-perched torso.  "Tara?"  Yes! With a graceful drop of my jaw I took in the vision.  Egg salad was spilling over the brioche edges and a shiny white fork pierced it's gut.  Mine!  

I opened wide and fit as big of a bite as I could.  I wanted to chew for awhile, really absorb everything.  The egg salad was divine.  Creamy, sweet, and a little tangy.  The brioche bun was killing me.  It was soft and luxurious.  I was in food perv heaven with this Eggslut sandwich.

Then my buddy's burger arrived, sliding again in brown paper. Oh no!  That was one thick stack of meat!  A fried egg and avocado spears were reaching beyond the beef, I swear they were trying to grab me!  

I asked if she wanted a bite of mine, only because I wanted a bite of hers.  It took everything in me to ask instead of just take.  Grease leaked from the burger as I chewed.  Melty, pink-meat grease, egg yolk and avocado collided between my cheeks and ivories.  A lovely swallow. Perfection.

Have a Drink

1/28/2014

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When someone you know gets her original cocktails featured on the menu of the bar she tends...you go and you drink.  

Dana Cape, of Bar|Kitchen downtown, is celebrating a first. Three of her original cocktails are being featured on the menu for DineLA Restaurant Week...and lucky for you...the rest of the winter season.  I know Cape as an actress, but, can now say that she is one hell of a mixologist.  Beware, her threats are growing.

Her specialities include Fizzy LiftingDana's Cape and Lost at Sea.  Each has it's own special identity and unique flavors.

Fizzy Lifting: Bubbles, Rum, Lemon, Egg White, Coconut White Tea

Dana's Cape:  Thyme-Infused Aged Tequila, Mezcal, Peach, Lime, Chili Salt

Lost at Sea:  Scotch Two Ways, PX Sherry, Salt Water, Orange Aromatics

 

 

My personal favorite was Fizzing Lifting...because I'm a sucker for froth and coconut!  It was delicious and easy to sip. The ingredients swam together effortlessly.  

I'm no cocktail expert, but I was impressed with Cape's craft, knowledge, and imagination.  Her personality infused her creations and tasted wonderful at the same time.  You best get yourself to one of her barstools!


Happy Drinking!


xoxo,
Tara

 

 

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Food Pervert Meets Eggslut

1/22/2014

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There is a guy who named his food truck "Eggslut" and vowed to serve only the most delicious egg-centered meals.  I had to meet this person and taste his eggs.   I think it's incredibly effective to get really specific with a certain food item and do that one thing better than anyone else.  Bravo, Alvin.

I had never sampled Eggslut when it was a truck, but finally got my ass to the Grand Central Market, (one of my favorite places in LA anyway), this past weekend, where Eggslut, now has a permanent, wheel-less residence.

Oh my God!  The menu was crazy.  Everything sounded so good!  I decided on the classic egg salad sandwich served on a brioche bun.  My friend got the burger.  We were thrilled to get this Eggslut party started.

My sandwich, wrapped in old-school brown paper, slid across the counter to my stool-perched torso.  "Tara?"  Yes! With a graceful drop of my jaw I took in the vision.  Egg salad was spilling over the brioche edges and a shiny white fork pierced it's gut.  Mine!  

I opened wide and fit as big of a bite as I could.  I wanted to chew for awhile, really absorb everything.  The egg salad was divine.  Creamy, sweet, and a little tangy.  The brioche bun was killing me.  It was soft and luxurious.  I was in food perv heaven with this Eggslut sandwich.

 

Then my buddy's burger arrived, sliding again in brown paper. Oh no!  That was one thick stack of meat!  A fried egg and avocado spears were reaching beyond the beef, I swear they were trying to grab me!  

I asked if she wanted a bite of mine, only because I wanted a bite of hers.  It took everything in me to ask instead of just take.  Grease leaked from the burger as I chewed.  Melty, pink-meat grease, egg yolk and avocado collided between my cheeks and ivories.  A lovely swallow. Perfection.

 

I was very pleased to have met Eggslut.

If you would like to get your own Eggslut on your face, and in your stomach, they are open everyday 8 am to 4pm.

P.S.
Did you know that there is no definition for "Eggslut" on Urban Dictionary!  Can you believe it?Basically, an eggslut is someone who loves to top everything with an egg.  "Put an egg on it!" Burgers, Pizza, Salad, you name it and a true eggslut will rationalize that whatever they are about to eat will taste much better with an egg on it.

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