Someone recommended this diner place in Alhambra. The idea was to have a typical American breakfast of eggs, hashbrowns, toast, etc.
But when I saw the HR’s on the menu amongst just a few other Mexican choices it just seemed like a challenge. It’s not like they have all the other usual options, so maybe they’ve got this dish down. That was my thinking. And my hope.
Let the eggs fall where they may. I will have a #5.
I’ve kept using this beat up old pot for a long time. Mostly because it reminded me of my grandma, since it was the beat up old pot she was getting rid of and it got passed down to me. A very long time ago. It works fine, the food gets cooked. It even got featured in a post about making beans. I liked my self-made tradition of always cooking my beans in this lil’ old pot with a memory imprint. I didn’t really like that lots of the black paint was chipped off, or the thought of all the aluminum I was probably consuming. But it was my bean pot.
I kept meaning to replace it. Then my abue died a few years back. I was told not to attend the funeral. I don’t have many mementos or items from her, just memories and some recipes, so I stupidly kept the pot even longer. But I’m done with silly sentimentality for family.
Time to start a new tradition.
I had some free time this morning so I decided to find another example of HR’s. Get in the carcancha and drive east! That’s my usual strategy, just looking around for places that might be serving breakfast. There were a few other places I considered, but when I saw this place I knew I had to stop here. I’ve been reading a few Mexican cookbooks lately (one from Spain, others from Mexico) and there were some small digs against the food of Northern Mexico, especially since its been the basis of what has defined Mexican food in the United States. The rest of Mexico turns its nose at the satisfying tortillas de harina that Norteños add to their cuisine. If you like burritos, then you’re on my side. Need I mention I have familial roots in Sinaloa? Then Teenage Glutster also dumps on the “Northern Mexican barren wasteland of Los Angeles” cuz I guess it an easy target. So yeah, when I saw this sign I knew I had to pay a visit to the food of my paisanos.
Pasenle!
Next election when you are wasting time at the polls, make sure to consider this reasoned argument scrawled on a newspaper kiosk. It’s a bit hard to read but it sez:
“VOTE NO ON Under age Sex 21
No fingerbanging”
The democratic spirit lives on.
In my last post I mentioned the poverty tax known as the California Lottery, that gambling scheme designed to scam some revenue out of those least able to afford it. (I wonder when they will start taxing the rich with their stock gambling?) But the poor keep paying it, cuz it’s about the only realistic option one has to getting out of said poverty. Let me show you a quick look at one of the popular gamblerias here in LH, which is also my favorite place to get my rust free drinking water.
We put up with a lot don’t we? As if it wasn’t bad enough that this bullshit advertising kiosk on Broadway and Daly was allowed to be built in such a manner as to ruin our public sidewalks, obstructing the pedestrian thoroughfare, ruining our great views of glorious Lincoln Heights while pushing some lousy product or other, now they’ve gone and insulted all those that take public transport, even as they wait to board the bus!
Nevermind the fact that they are pitching the tax on the poor with their gambling schemes that seem reasonable in an era of desperation. But do they really have to keep pushing the idea that people only ride the bus because they lack money? I thought the city was trying to promote the green-ness of public transport? This seems like an utterly retarded way to try and increase your ridership, making them feel like they move up when they don’t need the bus.
Oh, are you going to claim you’re not responsible for these ads? Will you pass the buck on to some advertising partnership? Of course you will. Because nobody is in charge of anything anymore, its all just a big cloud of plausible deniability.
They use our public space just to mock us. Our tiny commons turned against us.
And they wonder why sometimes people decide to burn it all down.
