[This lunch occurred last month...but I'm finally posting it now for your food porn pleasure!]
Last month, Bert and I did a progressive lunch with the very cool owner and creator of
PNOY Apparel, his lovely fiancee and one of his associates. Check out his new collection, "The Truth Hurts" at his site. I have several of his shirts and they're always either conversation starters, headturners and attention getters. His site is also one of my links for "Things I like and so should you!" After talking about food one day, we decided to meet up for lunch during my Spring Break. Turns out none of them had ever had Lao food before, so of course we had to go here...
I love how they taped post it notes "add .50" or "add .75" to their menu instead of printing new ones. The first time we went to Asia Cafe in 2006, this would have been helpful because we didn't realize the menu prices were out of date. When we got the bill, it was higher than we'd calculated. Anyways, I thought this was funny
Since this was going to be a progressive lunch, we didn't plan to have a full on meal here. Just two items. The first was the Nem Khao, crunchy fried rice with fermented sour pork sausage, chopped peanuts, whole dried chili peppers, green onions and cilantro.
The Nem Khao is not on the menu. You have to ask for it by name. The rice is served with a plate of fresh lettuce and sprigs of cilantro. Needless to say, the Nem Khao was an immediate hit. There were no leftovers, put it that way.
The other item was the Lao Beef Jerky which we likened to Filipino tapa, but cut in thick strips. This was still smaller than the Cambodian beef jerky Bert and I had at Sophy's in Long Beach (see that post
here). This beef jerky wasn't as "dry" and you could taste the delicious marinade throughout the meat.
As a snack on the way out, Bert bought a ziplock bag of fried pork ears!
Mmm! Tasty! Crack your fillings kind-a crunchy!
And we were off to our next destination. Exiting Market St. back onto the 805, we took the 15 to University and headed over to the neighborhood of City Heights.
Our next stop was Que Huong...
What luck! Jay, the cool guy who was there last time, was here today! He showed us some more "money origami" that his friend made. Last time it was a dragon. This time it was Buddha:
The same friend also made twin money dragons holding a ball. Pretty cool, eh!
Now, after we placed our orders, Jay came out with this complimentary Banh Xeo. He remembered me and Bert from
our previous visit and apologized for not having made the rice crepe to high usual standards. Actually we couldn't tell the difference. He told us that the last time we were there, they were using a different rice flour and so he wasn't too happy with how it came out, so he comped us this, which was quite nice.
This is the rice porridge that came with the crepe. It was kind of like arroz caldo - very gingery.
Here is the Banana Blossom Salad with Chicken. This time, instead of plain shrimp chips, Jay served it with the toasted sesame rice paper. Everyone loved this!
We also got a large order of the Fish Sauce Chicken Wings served over a bed of lettuce and green onions with slice tomatoes. The footed dish of salt and black pepper also added another flavor dimension. This item was also a hit.
So here's the aftermath...
Next up was dessert at another Lao place, Sang Dao which was just one street on El Cajon Blvd. Here we are passing Etna's and in the distance you can see Saigon Restaurant.
Next is Pho Ca Dao...behind that (not pictured) is World Market...
A couple of blocks later, on 54th and El Cajon, was Sang Dao. We wanted to have their sticky rice with mango and coconut milk for dessert.
And in the words of a disappointed and pissed off Filipino uncle, "Gah-dammit, sheeyit!" Sang Dao was closed on Mondays. I should have checked first but oh well!
Since we'd already found parking in this hell hole of a parking lot, we wanted to just have dessert wihtin walking distance. We ended up going across the street to this yogurt shop called "Fruity Yogurt"...
They had the usual sweet and tart flavors as well as the regular and sugar free...
I was excited by their Taro flavored yogurt!
It was serve yourself and .39 an ounce. Of course, you can add more weight to your yogurt by pouring on extra calories in the guise of these "healthy" and "not so healthy" toppings. This was healthy since it was fruit...
Here's more "healthy" toppings...
And here's some of the junk...this was the candy part. They also had bins that had different kinds of chopped nutz.
I don't even remember whose this belonged to. Wait, it was the "associate's" cup 1. I think that's captain crunch and mochi balls on there.
This was mine and Bert's - Chocolate with coconut and underneath it is the taro flavor. I sprinkled on some sliced almonds (they didn't have "chopped" almonds) and mini mochi balls.
This yogurt was shared by the designer and his fiancee...I don't really remember the flavors but at this point, wtf!!!! She is rocking one of the new designs, which is pretty cool because it looks like a vintage print. It's a female warrior and the word "Malakas" means "Strong"!
It was a fun day with the progressive lunch...too bad about Sang Dao though. Everyone liked the different dishes at Asia Cafe and Que Huong. I thought it was cool that Jay remembered me too. On our way home, we passed by this place on the Northwest corner of 52nd and El Cajon, the Khmer Spirit Cambodia, Karaoke Lounge.
I dug up this mini review Khmer Spirit through and internet search and came up with this mini blurb from San Diego's City Beat:
The Enrique Experience
"Cruise El Cajon Boulevard enough, past the hookers and Cricket Wireless retailers, and you’ll stumble upon a magical land known as Khmer Spirit Karaoke Lounge. The place’s sheets-as-window-treatments and a lone cholo vigorously scrubbing his front bumper at the neighboring self-service car wash at 11 p.m. quickly set the scene. Inside, the repurposing of bed linens continues, as tables are covered with what appears to be remnants of old duvets—the fancy brocade kind you’d find at Ross.
Under a string of Christmas lights, a chanteuse’s wail—a cross between a dying baby dolphin and a Jihadist’s combat chant—was strong enough to overpower the police sirens outside. Donning Cindy Lauper-inspired garb, the would-be karaoke star delighted the crowd with a permanent cat-who-ate-the-canary grin. The bar’s dance protocol was something to behold: It started off with a rhythmic chain full of pomp and regalia that led to the pairing of couples, who would disperse after each song was over. I was mesmerized; then again, they would be, too, if they saw me bust out the Macarena at my cousin’s Quinceañera.
“Cambodian community in San Diego is small. It’s good we have place to go,” owner Peter let me know. He then took me upstairs to his apartment, where a girl in a Jabbawockeez T-shirt kindly offered me a beer.
I hit it off with a toothless man who was sitting next to me, courtesy of the universal thumbs-up sign (our only way of communicating) and later joined him in a room where a middle-aged woman rocking bangs so stiff you’d swear her kids pranked her by switching out her Vidal Sassoon product with Liquid Nails, was selling snacks. Bamboo rice, “pig fritter” and, yes, even balut, an egg with the almost fully developed fetus in it. [my notes - Hey, balut is Filipino!]“Try” he mumbled, lifting up the treat and putting me eye-to-eye with its contents. Brave as I am, I sadly gestured a thumbs-down. Flashbacks starring the poultry that inspired me in my youth—Big Bird, the San Diego Chicken and Talkatoo Cockatoo were too much to bear. To paraphrase the great Meatloaf: I would do anything for this column, but I won’t do that."
(
article by Enrique Limon)
Last but not least, I had to get a photo of the very nicely named Pho King!
I bet they get a lot of crank calls!