One of my LH homies let me know about this cafe that was set to open “in the heights”, but last week I saw this sad sign postponing the grand opening until further notice. That can’t be good. I’ll keep an eye out pa ver que pasa, hopefully they get it going.
But “the heights”? That’s a terrible name.
I like living in Lincoln Heights, it’s a nice neighborhood. Despite all the efforts some have made to portray it as an “up and coming” area (whatever the fuck that means) it’s still a mostly working class community, which is fine by me. I now work near a neighborhood that is considered “nice” (I guess it up and came!) but I think of it as mostly sedate, much more car based, with sidewalks that are practically empty during the day. Not my cup of tea coffee. At all.
One thing that I have noticed is that even though they still get their services from the same City of Los Angeles, they get a different class of service: take a look at how these trash cans are neatly lined up, even AFTER the trash pickup. And this is quite usual on a weekly basis. Now click ahead to see how they line up the trash cans over on this side of the river!
A transformation of an LH front yard captured in a short series of pictures. Click ahead, si quieres.
This fairly new restaurant on Daly join the ranks of HR reviews kinda by accident. I’d gone in to have a bowl of soup but you know, things happen.
Spotted near the Five Points, a new-ish placa for the latest group of locos that want to claim some turf. And they look like they’re hitting the party stash pretty hard; check out Spongebobs dilated eyes! Eyeore is passing something to a red eyed Dora, while Elmo and Pooh are getting close and getting down. And it looks like the rata is missing an arm, sera que se pica? Party Supply indeed!
(A geographic riddle for you Northeast LA locals. First person to guess the spot wins an all expense paid trip to said location.)
The clouds are starting to move and I need to get going as well. It doesn’t take long to get from the night cell to the daytime prison but the path is twisted. I pick up the pace, hoping to avoid an uncomfortable encounter with those that make this short distance their terrain.
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