Vegetarian. One word so plump with connotations. Practicing produce-eaters proudly wear it like a badge, while carnivores utter the v-word disdainfully, as if it's a disease they hope to never catch. I tend to veer towards the latter, for as an ardent omnivore, I crave meals that feature all the food groups. I want my sautéed kale with a rib-eye, my Blue Lake beans with pancetta. Consequently, I seldom frequent vegetarian restaurants, until I discovered Elf Cafe.Read More
3 days. That's how much time passed between my first and second visit to Red Hill. Normally, if I enjoy my inaugural dining experience, I vow to come back soon, but then get distracted by new openings, random cravings, and my ever-growing list of Places I Want To Try. It can take months to return. Not so at Red Hill, the 4-month young Echo Park restaurant, where my first time was such a charm, I was lured back immediately.