Lisa Ling on why Asian food in Los Angeles matters.
A black cod goes from the Pacific to Shibumi.
Keeping cool when the kitchen gets hot.
One restaurant’s many pandemic pivots.
Two different takes on Indian food.
Every day’s a hustle at Woon.
From Asian farms to Los Angeles restaurants.
Why in L.A. they’re not boring.
Three restaurants breaking boundaries.
Mastering values at Yang’s Kitchen.
Two chefs go behind the blade.
Omakase and ramen join the neighborhood.
The coronation of soju and makgeolli.
Three women open the bar they want to walk into.
Indonesian community through cuisine.
On working with Mom and Dad at Anajak Thai.
Los Angeles before sushi.
Inside the staff ritual of eating together.
Three Vietnamese restaurants expand the city’s palate.
One chef has some thoughts.
Waking up Los Angeles to Burmese cuisine.
The couple behind Shiku goes with the flow.
An ode to those who keep them going.
Michelle Bernstein embraces the competition.
One restaurant’s epic journey from debt to success.
The couple behind Boia De and Walrus Rodeo play by their own rules.
Vermouth gets a bar of its own.
On the business of BBQ in Miami.
Recipes for navigating an uncertain economy.
The secret to never getting old in a town obsessed with what’s new.
How two pioneers of omakase introduced Miami to a new way of dining out.
Chasing a childhood memory one arepa at a time.
Why Miami’s mainstays of Middle Eastern food aren’t phased by the influx of glossy newcomers.
David Foulquier on his shapeshifting ambitions.
The Black chefs behind a vegan movement in Miami.
Two Cuban sandwich masters talk shop.
A new generation’s take on the classic Jewish deli.
Miami’s mavericks of sustainable growing and dining.
An intimate glimpse inside restaurants after the last customer leaves.
Creating a culture where employees stick around.
A new kind of bottle service takes root in Miami.
The art of staying put in a changing city.
The city’s ventanitas created a culture all their own.
Philadelphia Magazine’s food critic on the irrepressible attitude that is the key ingredient of the city’s restaurants.
How one restaurant gave birth to many.
The cheesesteak may be the global mascot of Philly. But a contingent of pioneering chefs and restaurateurs have made the city a hub of vegetarian innovation.
The city’s Eritrean-Ethiopian restaurants serve up more—way more—than delicious food.
How Juan Carlos Aparicio baked his way to running a restaurant (that isn’t a bakery).
How Alex Tewfik went from being a food editor in Philly to owning one of the best restaurants in town.
Two restaurants that share a belief in how cooking can be force for change.
How Chutatip Suntaranon channeled her upbringing in Thailand—and life spent flying around the world—into one of Philly’s most singular restaurants.
Stopping by the warehouses in Kensington where artisan upstarts are breathing new life into the city’s food scene.
The Ongoing Evolution of Philly’s Classic Sandwiches.
Chloé Grigri, Amanda Shulman, and Ellen Yin on upending the rules of the game.
Mike Solomonov takes stock of his journey.
When a customer becomes a friend.
Ange Branca was forced to close her beloved restaurant in 2020. That was just the beginning.
How do you build a restaurant in a space that was never meant for a restaurant? In Philly, a city of Revolutionary Warera buildings and colonial row houses and ancient warehouses, it can be a bit like playing Tetris with Benjamin Franklin.
Three Philly couples get frank and intimate in sharing their recipes for romance.
Inside the world of homespun pop-ups and unexpected collaborations that have made Philly’s dining scene like nowhere else.
The classics are easy enough to master by anyone with fine liquor and a recipe.
The city has long been a vibrant hub of Vietnamese food. Today, a new generation is striking a balance all their own—between creativity and tradition, innovation and memory.
An ode to the unsung heroes of restaurant kitchens from a comedy writer who couldn’t take the heat.
A cell phone has been invented that allows you to send one text message to your younger self. What do you write?
Why Asian Food In Los Angeles Matters
It surprises people to learn that my grandmother, who ran a Chinese restaurant with my grandfather, was emphatic about not wanting me to ever learn how to cook. For her, restaurant work was solely a means for survival and she wanted better for me. Though my grandfather attended university in America before immigrating, graduating with an M.B.A., when they finally moved to the States in 1948, he couldn’t get hired in finance because he was Chinese. They lived with their two children, my father and aunt, in a converted chicken coop outside of Sacramento, eventually cobbling together enough money to open some Chinese restaurants in the all-white suburb of Carmichael. They worked seven days a week, never closing for the holidays; like so many Asian immigrant families, they found a foothold in America through restaurants and the food of their culture.
I was born years after my family sold the restaurants, and grew up in the still majority white suburb of Carmichael. My grandmother lived with us and did all of the cooking—Chinese cooking, as that’s all she knew. Being one of the only Asian families around, I was teased relentlessly, and grew up carrying so much shame around being Asian. I particularly hated that my home and clothes always smelled like Chinese food—and, therefore, I grew up hating Chinese food.
Then I moved to Los Angeles, to attend the University of Southern California, and a whole new world opened up to me. The diversity of the city, and of its Asian culture in particular, was like a warm embrace and a reeducation in how I thought of my own heritage. With its proximity to Asia across the Pacific, whole communities have sprung up here that boast some of the best ethnic flavors outside of the Asian continent. In my new home, I fell deeply and madly in love with all kinds of Asian foods.
Outside of actually visiting Asia, you will not find better Asian food and stories, in aggregate, than in Los Angeles; and Los Angeles wouldn’t be Los Angeles without its Asian population and restaurants. There’s the San Gabriel Valley, where you can find any kind of Chinese or Chinese-adjacent food imaginable: tongue-burning Hunan sizzling fish, Singaporean Hainan rice, spicy Uyghur noodles, Taiwanese oyster pancakes. In East Hollywood’s Thai Town, considered the unofficial 77th province of Thailand, you can go for a papaya salad with blue crab, fiery curry noodles, and a jolting Thai iced tea to prep you for a rigorous Thai massage where a woman walks all over you and contorts your body into a human pretzel. In the biggest Koreatown outside of Korea, you can cool down on a scalding summer day in restaurants that specialize in Korean cold noodles, complete with crushed ice in the broth, before popping into a karaoke bar for some spicy dried squid snacks and lots (and lots!) of soju. You can check out the night markets in Little Saigon, just outside of L.A. in Orange County, getting blissfully lost and found in a world of sticky rice balls in ginger syrup and a multitude of mung bean pastries. The sheer number of Michelin stars awarded to sushi restaurants in L.A., meanwhile, tells you that the raw fish preparation here rivals what you can even find in Japan.
What the pages of this magazine make clear, and celebrate, is that in each of these establishments, if you take the time, you can learn riveting and heartfelt stories of immigration, resilience, perseverance, triumph, innovation, and the preservation of culture. Today, I eat so much amazing Asian food here, and with such regularity, that the other day, while dining in an Italian restaurant, I noted how weird it felt to be eating in a restaurant with a fork and knife. I missed using chopsticks. I missed eating with my hands. And, just then, I realized the profound effect Los Angeles has had on me, and on so many. The city took what had been a source of shame and transformed into something far more nourishing: pride.
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