Category Archives: This Chicano Life
100 years ago today, Lincoln Heights got its new and current name. It used to be East Los Angeles. Happy Birthday! Also, on this very important day, I saw a man giving his pet rooster a bike ride. Lincoln Heights … Continue reading
The Huevos Rancheros at Kitchen Mouse are terrible. No fried tortillas, not even dipped in oil, just boringly warmed up. Black beans underneath. An ungodly amount of vegan “cheese”, when regular cheese doesn’t even have a place in HRs, so … Continue reading
Time for another random hunt for that elusive plate of decent Huevos Rancheros. This time Internet searches bring us to some neighborhood called Kenneth Village, somewhere in boring old Glendale.
Los Angeles is full of shit. It pretends to be something it ain’t. It wants cred for doing supposedly cool things, when in fact it can’t stand the actual practice of people doing cool things. Take for example this scene … Continue reading
Let us give the last rites to a cultural tradition that has slipped away from us. I’m old enough to remember when Dia de Muertos practices started to cross over into the American mainstream culture. Some optimistic Chicanos thought it … Continue reading