I wasn’t planning to have any HR’s this morning, we were just looking for a new place for breakfast somewhere in the vicinity of Downey. My excellent navigator found this spot which seemed decent enough. Let’s give it a go!
I am really glad that we have turned a corner in the Gentrification Fence game. That once useful symbol to mark your association with the new vision of the “up-and-coming” neighborhood and to distance yourself from the poors that already lived there (aka The Mexicans) has finally done the Cosmic Flip. You know about the Cosmic Flip, right? Like when your shirt is so damn dirty it crosses over to actually being clean? Think about it and you’ll understand. Look above to see how the Gentrification Fence has become the Pallet Fence. Now we can proceed to the withering of this symbol from any relevant meaning: The Realization and Suppression of the Gentrification Fence.
I find that most of the interesting Mexican food places to try in the LA County area tend to be outside the city limits, usually in places with more recent immigrants and in communities with a larger Mexican labor force. As in many parts of the world, Capital is coming back to the inner core and displacing workers out to the edges. AKA the old suburbs. Within the core there has also been a push to make Mexican food more Foodie-ish with refined ingredients, higher expectations, fancier locations, and of course, higher prices. It’s some weird dream of well-to-do Latinos to join into that world of Food as Recreational Eating rather than food as sustenance and nutrition. As if making your grandma’s favorite dish a luxury item somehow validates your hard scrabble life of barely getting by. I don’t get it. But it’s a sad reality that working people are experiencing as old favorites get replaced by some new concept that “plays” with some traditional dish. First they gentrify your neighborhoods, then they gentrify your food. Sad!
Today we find ourselves scoping out the terrain of City of Industry since we are headed to the nearby Fry’s for some random computer cable. Might as well take advantage of the vicinity. La Poblana seems promising, a ver que tal!
Feliz Ano Nuevo! I hope that new sphincter is better than the one they replaced. Which brings us up to speed on our whereabouts and why we’ve been missing. These days I try to post here at least once a month, just so you all know I’m still alive, not in jail, and can still afford internet access. That’s kinda like winning, no?
Yeah, I messed up and went about two months without a post. Boo Hoo, who cares? Nobody. I was just trying to do that human thing and hang out with other humans during the holidays: Great Success! This review for Mi Ranchito should have been in November but chilling with friends was much more needed than posting some shit content for some internet world I don’t know. Me Vale. I liked this place so two months later, here we are.
Even though Lincoln Heights is home to the Art Colony known as the Brewery, for some strange reason we keep getting stuck with really shitty public art. I mean, I know most art is pretty crappy anyways but you’d figure the odds that in a neighborhood with a whole damn colony of artists (barf) we would have some nicer things to look at than the stuff that keeps getting imposed on us.
Take for example the recent art installation near the LH Gold Line station. As the picture above shows, it’s some geometric shapes in black and white. Boring!