03 3 / 2013
When my friend Katy sent me a list of four restaurants we could try for brunch this morning, 54Twenty in Hollywood immediately stuck out to me. First of all, it’s website says that the food is a twist on American diner food, “showcasing local, sustainable and humane ingredients with modern touches.” To someone like me, that’s the jackpot.
The place wasn’t too busy on a Sunday morning, which in L.A. is unbelievably rare. This is probably due to the fact that it’s inside of a little hotel on Hollywood Blvd., east of the nightmare that is Hollywood/Highland, and away from both the tourist traffic and the local brunchers.
We ordered coffee and tea (Peet’s and Tazo) and both ended up ordering specials from the chalkboard over the kitchen. Katy decided on the Risotto Croquettes, which were made with basil, bacon, corn, and two eggs over-easy. I, on the other hand, got the Open-Faced Egg Sandwich and a side of Niman Ranch bacon.
My open-faced sandwich was two baked eggs over a bed of citrus greens, gruyere cheese, and a slice of bread. While adding the bacon (which was cooked absolutely perfectly) helped add flavor, I did find it a bit bland. I ended up leaving most of the bread and greens on the plate, and simply ate the eggs and bacon together. Still, everything was cooked and plated well.
Katy loved her croquettes, and, I must say, they looked amazing. By the end of the meal, her plate was completely cleared.
Rating: 3 stars out of 5
02 3 / 2013
About a year and a half ago, right before I moved from Boston to Los Angeles, my roommate and I made the decision to stop eating meat that was treated inhumanely.
For me, this was a long time coming. Despite growing up a staunch omnivore, I’ve also always been an animal lover, pacifist, and the type to always choose taking the spider outside in a cup over squashing it with a rolled up newspaper. Try as I might to make the full switch to vegetarian, though, it doesn’t seem plausible. Call me crazy, but nothing in the world makes me happier than a really good cheeseburger. Still, in the meantime, this seemed like a decent compromise, and I got to stop supporting the unbelievable cruelties committed by factory farms.
In Boston, I found it difficult to find restaurants that offered any locally sourced meat. This led to me buying way too much meat at the Whole Foods across the street, and eating mostly vegetarian when I went out. However, when I moved to L.A. a month later, I found a wide variety of organic, local, farm-to-table eating venues, and started to find my path — my “natural course.” (Oof. That was ROUGH. That’s like when they someone says the movie title in the dialogue.)
After over a year of discovering some of the best grass-fed, free range, locally sourced meals the city has to offer, I’ve decided to start documenting them. My goal is to show you the unpretentious side of organic and natural eating: the burgers, the brunch, and anything that goes well with an IPA.
I’ll also post recipes, articles, and whatever else I find along the way.