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.
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These last few entries have been the strongest case for LA I have ever encountered.
Hhhmmm.. . noodles. . .ice bar. .
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