I know that I am so late on the Kogi truck bandwagon that it’s almost like being a latter-day Saints fan, but what-the-druck-ever. These delicious little tortillas filled with Korean BBQ-flavored pork, chicken, beef or tofu are TASTY.
Barbecue sweetness meets savory, sesame and cilantro, who ask heat to dance, just to keep it interesting. Fresh veggies laced with a vinegary tang give you that deliciously familiar Mexican sensation of cool and crunchy meets warm and comforting. Not sure how to say it in Korean, but mui, mui bueno!
Trust LA to come up with a concept that involves a collision of cultures AND meals on wheels. If you’re unfamiliar with the Kogi phenomena, catch yourself up here.
So I may be late to the party, but I come bearing gifts — you may not be aware that the Alibi Room in Culver City offers Kogi treats like the tacos above from an actual kitchen. I was also lucky enough to give this a sip (or two) last night:
Those are real sweet cherries, not the maraschino variety. I’m new to the Manhattan party (mother come lately) and I have to say, it looked like the bartender at Father’s Office in Culver City was conducting a science experiment. Beakers and eye-droppers and instruments, oh my.
The resulting concoction was sweet, smooth and strong — the Johnny Depp of cocktails — and it had a little medicinal tinge that I actually found pleasant. (However, I’ve been known to enjoy the taste of Robitussin from time to time. So don’t go by me.)
Plus, it has that old-school, Mad Men kind of vibe, like you might have one after a tough day dealing with idiots, see. Then you’d say goodbye to your co-workers and/or mistress, pluck your hat off the rack and go home to be hard on the Beaver.
That seems like a good place to stop. Happy hump day!