Mendocino Farms again

I forgot my lunch, which was a sandwich, at home, so I came here because I’m never in a good mood if I’m promised a sandwich and end up having to eat something else.

 

Beef BLT. The tomato is roasted! That worked really well with the earthiness of the beef.


Another winner! A nice, meaty sandwich with robust, but still balanced, bread. I added blue cheese crumbles, which are an extra ¢50, and while I could imagine this sandwich still being great without that, but why would anyone purposely deprive themselves like that? This is America, man!
Unfortunately, I ate it in the place, so UCI’s Sociology department (do I even have a sufficient readership to justify a flogged joke?) will have to wait until next time for their next set of data or whatever.

Porto’s Gig Night Dinner

Ah, Downey. One can go from a nice little downtown to a run down strip mall dive bar with a drunk guy looking for a fight in just a couple of minutes! Yup, that’s the life of a foodist/metal drummer. (Disclaimer:  I wasn’t involved in the fight. I was busy unloading my gear. Yup, that’s the life of a drummer.)

Gigging with my band has led to various mini road trips since last November. Downey, Grand Terrace, the still-ungentrified part of 7th Street in Long Beach—I would never have set foot in these places were it not for being in my band.

But, as any foodist knows, most every area holds at least one cool place to eat. Downey has Cuban bakery and restaurant Porto’s, which has additional locations in Glendale, Burbank, and soon West Covina, if the helpful man that was in line with us can be believed. I know next to nothing about Cuban food, so I jumped at this opportunity. It was only a few blocks from the venue!

The only thing that really surprised me was the prices. So cheap! Prepared pastries and such starting at 98 CENTS and sandwiches for only $5-6! I fed myself and brought my parents a couple bites to try for $15 and change.

Cubano sandwich, Potato Balls™, empanadas, rellenitos, and a Mamey smoothie. Pictures taken outside a dive bar can only be so good, so don't start with me.

Cubano sandwich, Potato Balls™, empanadas, rellenitos, and a Mamey smoothie. Pictures taken outside a dive bar can only be so good, so don’t start with me.

Excellent sandwich—something something checklist—and great pastry bites. Potato Balls™, seasoned ground beef wrapped in mashed potato and fried, and are actually printed with the ™ on the menu, are one of those things that can’t help but be good. The same goes for the empanadas as well. The rellenitos are fried plantains stuffed with black bean paste and coated with sugar, yielding a flavor profile not dissimilar to an an pan. The Mamey smoothie was a nice cold, tropical accompaniment.

This was our second time playing this venue, so I hope to come back soon with a larger cooler!

Kochee Kabob House

No Irvine restaurant cluster would be complete without a place that at least pays homage to some form of Middle Eastern cuisine. This place is more than an homage, though, which is, of course, all the better.

The format is simple—kabob/rice/salad, or a gyro—but the components are all great. Both my visits yielded nicely cooked, juicy kabobs (help I can’t stop reading kabob in Nicolai Jakov’s voice).

Beef koobideh, chicken breast kabob, buttery rice, a pleasantly vinegary salad, and a touch of yogurt sauce made a really nice lunch.

Beef koobideh, chicken breast kabob, buttery rice, a pleasantly vinegary salad, and a touch of yogurt sauce made a really nice lunch.

Prices range from $7 to $14. The thing I got was $12, which, with a bottle of water, made my change come out to $6.66. “Lucky number,” the proprietor commented. Didn’t help much in that night’s round of the trivia tournament at Anthill, but maybe I would have got run into by some bro on a power board or something if I hadn’t got that exact meal.

MY ACTUAL COOKING OF A STEAK

Ugh, I hate that I use “actual” like that now. I’m not an impressionable person, but I guess society has finally broken me. Liter—no. No, not yet. I can still hold on to that modicum of linguistic dignity.

My parents have recently developed the tradition of monthly overnight getaways to various California and California-adjacent points of interest, so I’m left to my own devices for dinner.

During their most recent trip, I was struck at the last minute with a craving for steak. Our closest supermarket, Haggen, is closing, so I had to drive AN ADDITIONAL THREE MINUTES to the next closest store with (hopefully) good-enough steak, Pavilion’s.

Turned out that it was way more than “good enough”!

Turned out that it was way more than “good enough”!

That there prime ribeye was just sitting in the case, so I just had to snap it up. After some quick veg prep…

Melissa’s Dutch yellow potatoes, asparagus plundered during another of my parents’ trips to the North, and a quick wine/cream pan sauce completed my plate.

Melissa’s Dutch yellow potatoes, asparagus plundered during another of my parents’ trips to the North, and a quick wine/cream pan sauce completed my plate.

…I had a great dinner! Firestone 805 to drink with it (and 2013 Firestone Merlot in the pan sauce) made this a pretty Norcal-centric plate.

OK, now back to other people’s food.

California Gogi Grill

No, not Kogi. I know, the whole voiced-unvoiced constant thing confuses me too. I’m surprised that I can keep it all straight with three languages other than English knocking about in my head.

Another long school day, another UTC lunch. My friend Andrew had the good fortune to be free in the UCI area at the same time I was, so he joined me on my now-routine lunchtime UTC walkabout. We settled on Korean fusion joint Gogi.

As if he was trying to out-white me, my friend got the KFC—KOREAN fried chicken—on french fries.

As if he was trying to out-white me, my friend got the KFC—KOREAN fried chicken—on french fries.

The bibimbap combo is a good deal! Eight bucks for a meat (pictured:  spicy chicken), rice, and 7 sides on a salad. Totally portable if necessary, and a better than expected balance of all the components, i.e., I didn’t have a bunch of salad left after eating all the sides.

Huh. Short post. Whatever. This is better suited to the modern attention span anyways.