2 weeks later...

After making a quick 150 in a not so legitimate fashion Moral decided to finance a trip to one of the best 24 hour spots around. Moral, Kathleen and I met up and made our way towards Fairfax. Granted, it's not exactly a "secret" spot, but you just can't fuck with the classics.

Our normal waitress (the one that gives attitude, but will one day be Moral's wife) didn't help us, but we got the nicest asian guy in the world to help us out. He took the drink order and brought some pickles without us even having to ask.

Moral an I ordered "the usual" which for me is a smoked turkey Canter's reuben with chips and a side of potato salad. Moral got the same with fries instead of chips. I swear no matter how many times I have one, this sandwich is always awesome.

The usual homeless guy wasn't there, instead we got some surly bum with no conversational skills. To be honest he didn't even ask us for change, he just stood there until I shook Moral and Kathleen down and kicked him the spare change they coughed up. Because this new "Canter's bum" sucks so bad there will be no photo.

Although the food was great (as usual) we came away with a feeling of emptiness. OG Canter's bum, we miss you. Wherever you are.

Gotta Love The Roach Coach

Moral's new job doesn't have too many nice things going for it. It's in a pretty sketchy neighborhood in East L.A. The only pretty girls that walk by are closer to 12 than 20. And there's gang graffiti all over everything, including his super-scribed store window.

The one good thing, however, is the lunch truck across the street. The guy that runs it gave me a quick history lesson and I was pretty impressed that he's been holding down that same block for over 20 years.


As you can see on the truck, their specialty is seafood so I got a cerviche tostada. Not bad for a buck twenty five.


Moral went with the "Special" which is, from what I can tell, made from a mixture of every type of seafood they have on deck.


Walked away with the tostadas and some drinks for six buxks flat. Hell yes.

First Blood

After some debate and a less than joyous reception by the "Trailblazers", we managed to make our first official outing. There were plenty of hidden spots before (maybe we'll post those later), but for the sake of needing a starting point, this is the beginning...

After hearing stories about Cfre's weekly trek to this "soup" place I had to go check it out. This is one of those hidden in plain sight kind of deals, where its on a main street, but so small it kinda just blends in.


They serve a bunch of asian food, but I'm still uncertain what the actual country of origin is. Doesn't matter because it's all good. Here's the chicken and shrimp soup with a dollar worth of extra skrimp.


Then there's the flied lice, shit is bomb. Seriously, this is the best fried rice I've ever had.


Mission Accomplished.