Mo-Chica, Merkato, El Chato!!

As a fat person, I am down for cuisines of all kinds...if you provide me sweet, succulent calories, I will give you every last shekel in my pocket. Point is, I get off on eating at places with names I cannot pronounce and selecting dishes on menus based on how funny their names are to me. Often times, this backfires and Montezuma takes his revenge, but 100% of the time it is worth it.

Mo-Chica is a Peruvian restaurant located in a food court that is placed in the ass crack of Downtown LA between a bunch of warehouses, the DMV, and various meth dens.

The Lomo Saltado looked like a game of Jenga was being played on top of a pile of beef. They get 9,000 shekels and a slap on the ass for having amazing presentation.

Arroz con Pollo was bangin...according to the Duchess of Peruvia, Diane Valera.

The Ceviche del Dia aka the Ceviche du jour. EXCUSE ME, FLO? WHAT IS THE CEVICHE DU JOUR??? I don't really know what kind of pescado it was, but it was glorious. It had little crunchy kernels of brownness in it, which we later concluded were corn nuts.

I would like to formally apologize to the old lady at Mo-Chica for prank calling her on the way there. I am apologizing but am not saying that we wouldn't do it again...because it was hilarious.

Hit up the Merkato Ethiopian Restaurant and Market in Little Ethiopia on Fairfax with my broski, Eric...

The decor was breathtaking. If you know me, you know that I love to wear things that resemeble dashikis/mumu's and I think that Nelson Mandela is a style icon. The prints on the walls and chairs, along with the artwork really turned me on.

This is pretty self-explanatory.

INJERA. God, I wanted to put it on my face...

Ordered the Veggie Combo and the Gored-Gored..which was rare beef with special butter, mimita, and hot chillies. The veggie shit was amazing...

Lastly, I hit up the El Chato taco truck on La Brea and Olympic last night with my homies Chris & JP. I promise you, this truck is the fuckin truth.

It's only there from 9 pm-4 am or so, which means everyone at the truck is either drunk and/or stoned.

The dining area is the bed of the pick-up truck that tows the taco truck...perfectly suitable when you are 9 sheets to the wind. I got two asada, two pastor, two lengua tacos, and a fat horchata. That is a last meal status combo right there.

Seriously some of the best tacos around. The pastor and lengua tacos go hard in the mothafuckin paint!!

Shit, I think I'm gonna need to get some dirtyass tacos again tonight.


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Goddessofwicked said…
I am fairly certain that you are now one of my favorite fucking people ever... solely based on the fact that you have the same adventurous spirit that I do when it comes to edibles. Rock on dude.
jpain said…
I really enjoy reading your blog. I hope you don't mind if I link it to my page. Good eating!
Food Courts said…
These looks so yummy. Yours look so delicious, I’ll have to give it a try.
Victoria said…
Your food photos are amazing! I’ve been lurking on your blog for awhile and finally thought I’d say something…. your photography is excellent.

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