Chickpea to Cook

The ride back home from Vegas can be mighty long, especially depending how you did at the weekend craps table. But make sure you save at least $10 for a stop at Mad Greek, a kitschy fast food deli and diner that pays homage to the island of the Gods.

It’s a piece of Greece in the middle of the Mojave Desert town of Baker. This dusty pitstop town on the route to Vegas is otherwise known for it’s inordinately large thermometer–the world’s largest, I’m told. Mad Greek is just down the street.

You can’t miss this restaurant with its huge sign, eclectic mix of Greek God statues, and of course, numerous Greek flags.

And that’s just on the outside.

Inside you’ll find a wide menu of Mediterranean specialties. Try the beef shawarma or chicken gyros. There are also plenty of honey drenched Greek pastries–baklava is a favorite. You can eat there or take it to go, although I find that munching on a spanakopita in the car can be a messy imposition.

The food is different than the typical road fare you will find on America’s highways, and therefore better. The staff is friendly and Greek! Well, most of them.

As you savor the last bite of your dolmade, you’ll almost be able to forget your Vegas sorrows.

Here’s an excuse not to cook this week.

Dozens of restaurants around Los Angeles are participating in the annual Restaurant Week, organized by DineLA.com.

Visitors can get a three-course meal at some of the best restaurants in LA for $25-$34 ($15-$22 for lunch).  Among the participants are favorites like Asia de Cuba, Crustacean, Wolfgang Puck’s Chinois on Main, Patina, and Chaya Brasserie.

For a full list, check out dinela.com. You can view menus and make online reservations, which are highly recommended.

I’ll be going out of town later this week but hope to sample one or two places before I go. Watch for my reviews here.

It’s been called the best pizza joint in New York, but will it win the hearts of Angelinos too?

Joe’s Pizza is now open for business in the one building with a brick facade in Santa Monica–on 2nd and Broadway (how fitting). You can find Joe himself working the oven–you’ll know him when you see him–he is unmistakenly New York Italian.

The menu is short, and sweet and to the point. You won’t find BBQ chicken pizza with honey wheat crust, or even spaghetti or calzones for that matter.

Just unadulterated pizza pleasure.

I paid a visit to Joe’s the first weekend he was open here in my ‘hood of Santa Monica. If Joe serves the best pizza in New York, then that means it’s the best pizza in the world.

It even has Kevin Bacon’s recommendation.

When Maxim asked Kevin Bacon what his last meal would be, he replied, “A slice of pizza from Joe’s on Carmine Street in New York City.”

We waited 15 minutes for a fresh pizza to come out of the oven. Joe drizzled olive oil on our slices before handing them over. The crust was a golden brown, crispy but soft.

“Here ya go, sweetheart,” he said.

For a truly authentic New York experience, do not miss the White Pie (four cheeses and no tomato sauce). When you bite into that melted dollop of ricotta, you’ll know why Joe’s has received the Big Apple accolades it has since its inception in 1975. Wash it all down with a glass bottle of Coke.

Chickpea says: Scrumptious

The shack might not look like much, but there’s often a line out the door at this Santa Barbara staple.

Super-Rica taqueria has developed quite a following for its fresh Mexican fare. Some people have proclaimed it to serve the best taco in California–a bold claim. Would it live up to the hype?

We ordered chicken and beef tacos, a plate of rice and beans, and guacamole. You can watch your tortillas being made and they come straight from the fire to your plate. Definite points for the freshness factor.

The guacamole was smooth and creamy, also very fresh and flavory. I could easily say this ranks among the best guacamoles that I’ve tasted. As someone who likes sauces, I’d say the salsa was forgettable (precisely because I can’t even remember what it tasted like). But the tacos as a whole were tasty.

It was the plate of rice that ruined it for me. Dry, boring, and emitting some kind of weird herby flavor. The two of us couldn’t even eat half of it–and when two Persians can’t eat rice, you know there’s something wrong with it.

So weighing out the good and bad, is Super-Rica worth a long drive for lunch?

It was above average because of its fresh ingredients, but you can probably find a comparable taco joint in your own neighborhood. In the end I agree with a local named Roger, who left this review:

“I ate here the day it opened, and every now and again since, and I find the owner delightful, the tortillas fresh, the meat fresh, the salsas boring, and the long line of out-of-towners tedious.”