food in LA

I knew that my parents and I would be heading to LA before I knew I was heading to India. So craving the Indian street food not really known to Westerners outside of those who've traveled to India, I looked up restaurants serving pani-puri, figuring that such a big city would have something. Actually that's not how I found the place. When I was stilling working at the Crowne Plaza Hotel restaurant, I was flipping through a magazine (perhaps Restaurant?) that was lying at the hostess booth and came across the restaurant Street. Claiming to serve global street in an upscale environment, the restaurant seemed worth a trip so my family and I went there on my last night in LA. I didn't get the pani-puri or anything Indian for that matter because I didn't want to spoil my taste buds, I wanted to make them wait. Having said that, the food was absolutely delicious. The olive bread, I think the least expensive item of the menu just melted in your both and the Kaya Toast, a specialty of the restaurant's and from Singapore, may just be my new favorite treat. Pieces of toasted toast are lathered in coconut butter and left for you to dip in a sunny side up egg, yummy. I then proceeded to google places in NYC for when I'm there later this summer, so I guess that's where the first half of the story came from.
I also wanted to go to Mahasti Malone's Persian Ice cream, but I didn't plan out our time very well so we didn't get there (but maybe my mom and dad did after I left?). Well, there's always next time. We did however get to Trails, the organic restaurant at the foot off the trails at Griffith Park. I split an egg salad sand which with my mom, forgetting that I actually hate egg salad, but man was it good. And then there were the pies. I got a slice of cherry pie and let me tell you organic is the way to go. Except of course when you're going retro.
After biking up and down the Santa Monica/ Venice Beach area, my family and I stopped off for an ice cream at an old mr. frostie type hole in the wall. They just don't make bonnet's the way they used to anymore. But that was just an appetizer before dinner at the taco truck. My parents and brother went to the one of a kind Korean barbecue truck, while I kept it real with a traditional burrito from a local truck. But I have to hand it to Kogi, the Korean barbecueres, not only did they have a line that was a block long, they twittered there location to keep their loyal following in the loop. Now they get props for that one.