After driving for what ended up being several more hours (thank you traffic!), we arrived with open arms for this glorious city, and very empty stomachs. We checked into our bed and breakfast (more info on that to come) and quickly got settled before heading out for sweet sweet food I had read all about. I was a bit tired from all the driving that day, and sat down taking in my fate. “I need a cocktail in my mouth,” I sighed. I really did say this. I remember quite clearly.
Mom and I didn’t make any real plans. This was a real organic roadtrip in the sense that we were just going to explore and let the adventures come to us. That being said, my mom is also a bit of a cartographer. This woman was up to her elbows in cute little maps with bright colored neighborhoods and rail lines. We may have decided to explore on our own, but she made it her business to know the neighborhoods and where we were. Luckily, we were only a few short blocks from Chinatown. The idea of Chinese food sounded AMAZING to me. This was something I had really been looking forward to. I miss NYC and even the Tri State Area for this reason exactly. I haven’t found decent Chinese food in LA. Chinatown is just too far for me and everything I’ve had is just plain sub- par. Come on Asians!! I’m also spoiled with amazing Japanese food though, so I guess it’s a fair trade off.
Regardless, we thought we’d travel through Chinatown and just let a restaurant wink in our direction, daring us to come hither. So we started walking. Up hills. Down them. Zig zagging through blocks. We walked into shops, smelled the produce on the street. I longingly looked into a shop with all kitchen appliances, forcing myself to keep going. “I don’t NEED a rice cooker,” I’d repeat over and over. It was really quite a sight. As ethnic as you’d think any Chinatown would be. But all the restaurants looked shady or unappealing. And there were TONS. There was always a reason one wouldn’t do. Finally it started to drizzle. The rain was coming. In a moment of desperation I took out my phone, pulled up my yelp app and typed in “Chinese Food” into our location. The first restaurant that popped up was R&G Lounge. “Let’s go,” I commanded. We had a mission.
After a few blocks of back tracking, we opened the door to what seemed like a clean and legitimate establishment. We were told to go downstairs where we were seated at a roomy table. I kept wondering why this place seemed familiar to me. What had I read about it? I opened the menu and immediately fell in love. The first page was dedicated to descriptions of all the elements and how they were incorporated into the dishes. I love crap like that. Excitedly I flipped through this massive menu. I glanced around the restaurant. Everyone was eating crab. CRAB! I remembered. Anthony Bourdain came to San Francisco on his show “No Reservations,” and he came to this very restaurant to eat the deep fried crab! I opened the cocktail menu and squealed with delight when I saw that they had the very same Lychee Martini he ordered and had loved! I couldn’t hide my delight, feeling like a full blown dork but I didn’t care. I trust that man whole heartedly when it comes to food. We were definitely in for a treat.
Did we get the crab? Of course not. It didn’t matter that EVERYONE else in the restaurant had ordered it. I’m not joking. Every table had it. But we had lousy seafood on the mind from that attack of bland mouth ass the night before. That and everything we seemed to be eating lately was soaked in butter, and I just couldn’t handle another heavy dish. So I got Chicken and Broccoli. Classic. My mother laughed at my choice, offering the obvious hilarity that we had come to Chinatown with tons of options and I was getting something you can get anywhere. It was true. But I countered with the fact that at least I know it’s going to probably be the best Chicken and Broccoli I’ve ever had. And it was. It was clean, fresh food. The sauce was delicious and light, barely pooling out under the food. It wasn’t soaked, but complimentary to the flavors of the food itself. It was perfect. Exactly what I wanted. My mom got duck. Also pretty incredible. It was fatty, which I know you’re supposed to eat, but we barely did. My mom sat there, guiltily peeling off the skin and fat, eating the moist delicious meat. We both decided to just take a piece and go for it. The flavor that was packed in that skin was unimaginable. Well done, R&G Lounge.
Service was fast. We had originally wanted to order and appetizer, and just now got around to it about halfway through our meal. We signaled our guy and got one of their selected items. Salmon and Avocado Egg Rolls. Holy crap. I didn’t know what I was getting into. If I was thinking I would be getting light, jammed packed flavorful yet silky salmon, crisped perfectly in an egg roll then I was right. I never would have thought these ingredients would all make sense in this form, but they were really on to something. I can still kind of taste the sweet/ salty soft mass disintegrating on my tongue. I’m very glad we had decided to go for these. They were my favorite part of the meal, besides of course…
The. Lychee. Martini. Never have I gotten the chills from a drink before. This was like a familiar lover embracing me. A bit dramatic, but you get the point. I’ve had lychee before. I always thought it was ok. Usually far too sweet for me. I don’t know what they did to this drink, but it is everything I ever want in a drink. It wasn’t too sweet, but ended on a sweet note after every sip. It was most definitely boozy. You could taste that this drink packed a punch, but it was overcome with harmonious lychee notes that dissipated any alcohol taste. It was just so refreshing. Anthony Bourdain, THANK YOU for introducing this to me. This is one of the things that stayed with me all weekend. I would wonder if we had time to just stop in for a quick drink. And at the end of it all, when I had to reflect on my favorite food experience from the trip, this freaking drink definitely made the Top 3. I must learn how to make such magic.