Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Northridge

Why do we love LA? Because there's all kinds of people here waving the flags of all nations and we're not crammed together in God's cake hole. Case in point: Northridge. It's a little community in the North Valley, the last stop on the 118 west before you get to the heart of White Flight - Simi Valley.

Northridge is the Korean version of White Flight. It's where some Koreans go who are tired of Koreatown and just want a little more space and a lot less Bus.


Galleria Market on the corner of Reseda and Nordhoff provides the Korean in all of us a double wide selection of Kimchi and all things Korea.


Like all places, this one's got a few simple rules. Make absolutely sure that you leave your Ice Bar at home.


They say you should never do groceries on an empty stomach and I didn't want to go home with ten giant clams, so I sat my ass down at the Food Court for a plate of fried rice and chicken hoo-haah with what seemed like an endless array of sides for $6.99.


Got lost in the Noodle Aisle. Eventually I worked my way out of it and got back to the bidness at hand - Korean Barbecue. I piled the marinated, candied beef into the cart, along with korean potato salad, garlic bean sprouts, marinated kale, fish cakes, tiny anchovies, chili tofu steaks, a case of yakult, AND organic f'n milk. Who knew.

Don't worry, it's a chain, they also got one in the 213, in the heart of K-town for those who like the bus.

2 comments:

Tara said...

These last few entries have been the strongest case for LA I have ever encountered.

Ben said...

Hhhmmm.. . noodles. . .ice bar. .