The Nine Thirty restaurant might be the last place you would expect to find a culinary epiphany in Los Angeles, jammed into the back of the... More >>

My father was obsessed with hot dogs, to the point of distraction, and although he could discuss Bellow, Shostakovich or Jerome Kern for hours,... More >>

Xinjiang barbecue is one of the most compelling snacks in the world, thin skewers of charred lamb snatched bubbling from the grill, crusted with... More >>

It’s 107 degrees in the San Gabriel Valley sun, a blasting heat with a sulfurous, hydrocarbon edge, and the sweating hordes packed inside... More >>

Fred Eric is the house madman of Los Angeles cooking, the screaming id, the chef who has been most likely to succeed since the 1980s. He worked... More >>

It’s practically a shrine, Renu Nakorn, the site of nearly everybody’s first regional-Thai restaurant epiphany, a storefront in an... More >>

A spitting cauldron of superheated liquid on a tabletop burner, ejecting droplets of orange goo and puffs of sulfurous steam, the budae jjigae... More >>

If you have ever poked your head into a restaurant serving northern Thai cooking, you have probably encountered nam prik oom, a slippery mash... More >>

Jammed into a strip mall, sharing a parking lot with a doughnut parlor, a kebab house and a check-cashing emporium, Mayura may be the last place... More >>

It is undeniably pleasant, the new Father’s Office Los Angeles, a gastronomically inclined bar fitted into the eastern flank of the old... More >>