Foodie at Toppings Pizza

Assuming most of humanity in America have followed up on their food pop culture: 1st came Subway sandwiches (and its rivals), then the gloriously organic-embracing Chipotle (which I’ve yet to see competitors emerging brazenly).  Nowadays you’ll discover pizzeria places where individual-sized orders–and the likewise creative option of virtually endless toppings–are more favorable than a stranger driving towards your home (although it might imply a Californian issue, but you would have to experience this West Coast living if you’d like).
Storefront
Toppings–opened officially on December 7, 2013–belongs to this Americana lifestyle, located right next to Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf, as well as nearby the PCH traffic circle (which I still am petrified driving on).  You first wait in line like any noble citizen, while (hopefully) you are glancing at the simplified menu by either the one hanging above and perpendicular to the cash register, or the thinly sheet version very likely intended to keep for knowledgeable use.
La Pared Los Dice Todo
Upon the counter…

Step-by-Step Create Your Own Pizza, or Specialty?! CHOICES

I am all hands with the CYOP approach, so long as a customer has not only creativity streaming all over her spirit, but the comprehension of how each ingredient can be complementary to each other, rather than them battling against the so-called weak teammates.  Another caveat with the former is that more toppings will physically overwhelm the thin, tortilla-resembling dough, unless the customer requests the carbohydrate foundation to be cracker-like well-done.

Once that initial or final idea has been spoken towards the assembly line pizza maker, certainly let the individual’s imagination run wild (or steady) before the thin crust delicacy is literally set on fire–pit oven for a claimed 90 seconds.

How They Pizza Assemble
The Cheeses plus Bologna
Some Fanciful Options (Clockwise top left is Pineapple, Pear, Spinach, Artichoke, Banana Peppers, & Capers)
For me, going by the 4 steps of the CYOP:

1. Crust: regular; the gluten-free option asks for $2 extra.
2. Sauce: (regular) Red with deliberate yet liberal spots of Pesto; this you may decide not to add this at all
3. Cheese: Ovalini Mozzarella, Gorgonzola, Parmesan, and bits of regular Mozzarrella
4. Toppings:
-Vegetables: Sun Dried Tomatoes, Garlic, Basil, Sliced Tomatoes, and Arugula
-Meat: Sausage (to mend an omnivorous appetite)
-Other: Dabs of Garlic Butter, and a little coating of melted butter on the edges of the dough

And a dash of Dried Oregano altogether were compiled into…

Decoded: Custom-Ordered #277 for Fia, plus Arugula on top after fire-cooked pizza

Frankly, I would love to add more veggies, but that would undoubtedly require holding a slice more conscientiously, like balancing the entire Jenga tower on one palm of the hand.  But that’s fine because…

Whether with or without the typical pizza “condiments” on almost all tables, every aforementioned ingredient from both my own and my friend’s customization was proudly discernible for their flavor profile.  Most notably, I could easily taste the doughy crust, and the adage, “a little goes a long way,” perfectly applied to the pesto dabs and the superlatively seasoned and juicy sausage bits.

Heck, these flavors grooved my mouth away much more festively than when I dined ornately at this restaurant in Phoenix over 6 months ago.  All in all, my choices fortuitously supported the balance of gusto, rather than the clumsy clash.  Even when ravenous, I ended up with a couple of slices for me to devour the next day; moderation, come on!

What disadvantages have I stumbled upon? In a minor tone the arugula weren’t pristinely fresh.  In spite of plastic knives, we would need the old-fashioned pizza cutter to apply more pressure on the crust than I expected, though I’m sure a customer would have that handy in his pocket, alright.

My Friend’s Pizza Pick (yep, she went Bianco)

Our dinner was quite indelibly scrumptious that my friend’s significant other decided last minute to meet us to then eat pizza his way, additionally appeasing the end of our doughy night with these Cinnamon Strips ($2.50).

Thinking exactly like me, my friend exclaimed that, based on picking only 2 of the 4 options–chocolate, strawberry, caramel, and condensed milk–for that merry drizzling, these sweet pieces were excel more deliciously if we replaced the strawberry with the one with the cream color.  Though I also thought that the crust could have had slightly softer texture, for $2.50 that portion I wouldn’t fuss that maniacally.

Come to think of it (again), if only this fun-inducing, economically pizza place appeared during my years at CSULB, which is more or less 5 minutes driving distance.  Or maybe that was a good thing it wasn’t actively conceptualized that time, for cautiously financial and moderately healthy reasons.

P.S. Perhaps a tingling question is whether I like this better than the expansive Pieology.  Answer: Y-e-aaaaaa!

Grade: A-

Toppings Custom Fired Pizza
2000 Ximeno Ave.
Long Beach, CA 90815
(562) 498-0654
http://www.toppings-pizza.com/

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Frenzy & MLK Day 2014

Uncertain whether to write this under Foodie or Frenzy, I think due to this comprehensive story that occurred on this honorable federal holiday, the latter one will suffice to me.

The morning started off smoothly and freely with much lighter traffic on the way to Santa Monica–hmm, wonder why.  Despite the 30+ minute drive and parts of the South Bay still blanketed from its dense morning fog, I didn’t torture myself from utter starvation by chugging a glass of soy milk at home before lift off.  In other words: a little protein will tame my tummy justifiably.

I arrived at the famed donut shop, where–quite awesomely–it has its own private lot, instead of metered parking or the permit-only residential parking (the latter being the personally irritating landmark of metro LA, but I understand the reason). One caveat: a 30-minute limit–which is why the turnover at DK’s Donuts was as brisk as the timing of those subway doors opening and closing.

Below the signage are synthetic icicles…

Within a swift 2.5 minutes (I’m postulating), from a specific, diverse plethora of the O-Nuts (which is the same as what you may be guessing that’s located in the NYC) mocking my deep fried attitude that doesn’t include potatoes, I eventually ordered these for a total of $5.05, cash only:

Pumpkin Spice O-Nut and an Apple Fritter

Good golly (who the heck uses that phrase anymore?!): I held the latter as if it finished its bubbly hot oil bath about a couple of minutes later. 3 adjectives that came in my mind about the Apple Fritter were svelte, mouthwatering, and comforting with no chance of being brittle or greasy.  As for the tasty talk of the town, it too wasn’t at all soaked with that bubbly oil, leaving off with a discerning, slight crunch and multi-layered flaky and just-right soft interior.  In between those layers–and on top of the O-Nut–contained a custard-like cream emitting a potent amount of that fall favorite in 2013, which I didn’t mind reverting to briefly.

Returning to DK is not an option, as the flavors for those O-Nuts such as Taro, Red Velvet, and Green Tea are still wailing for me to munch on.

Moving on, as hours of studying and internet surfing elsewhere, then driving eastward to the birthplace of UCLA, and subsequently walking off those simple carbohydrates led to the next eating encounter: Palomino Restaurant for the 1st day of DineLA’s Restaurant Week.  Particularly, throughout delving into the site, it’s one of the few participating restaurants where for lunch they offer appetizer, main course, and dessert, rather than the current 2-course option plus a supplemental sweet choice at a given cost.

Entrance Door
The DineLA Lunch Menu
The resulting plates–and feedback…
1 Course: Sicilian Meatballs
The sauce was fine, and though they were neither bland nor irresistibly tasty, if the citrus-y essence and the consistent moisture were genuinely involved in the 1st course, these filling morsels would have been tremendously exceptional and recommendable.  In other words: the salad was my other choice…
2 Course: Columbia River Steelhead Salmon

I allowed my recent deprivation of fish consumption to settle this choice, instead of the curious Chicken Under a Brick which it was served gigantically to another customer.  Nevertheless, here’s where the impressiveness kicked in: the strikingly flavorsome mustard sauce, the wilted kale, and the precisely salty and savory chorizo cubes to bite alongside the tender filet, cooked medium rare.

Maybe because of the amount of water I heavily quenched due to the unusually hot winter weather–consecutively since the birth of 2014–and maybe because my adrenaline couldn’t settle down as I looked into my timer for how long I parked at those dreaded meters, but the entire 1st course and half of the 2nd were all I could physiologically endure that for the 3rd and final course…

3 Course: Palomino Tiramisu

As you looked more meticulously, my surprisingly occupied stomach was my rational excuse to put this dessert in the biodegradable takeout box.  At the same time, I not only snagged one bite of it when I returned home right after, I saved needless calories from those easily ingested and fat-encouraging sugar molecules when not in use.

Speaking of use, for dinner, I had plenty of choices, whether to eat my leftovers as is, eat something entirely different from my fridge or pantry, or play with my leftover salmon…

1/2 Steelhead Salmon Salad

To make this low carb sensation a teeny bit tastier than my original lunch, a touch of fresh, minced garlic was gladly added to sautee the potatoes and fish, plus that red rooster sauce which I forgot to dab before this snapshot…

Afterwards my eternal curiosity took a few bites of that refrigerated tiramisu, which was basically a moist chocolate cake with a pinch of brandy.  At least it’ll go sweetly with coffee black the next morning!

So, the 3 Lessons I learned from this free-willing day:

1. DineLA is still a hit-or-miss mission for this foodie 5-Footer.  The $20 value for 3 courses was undoubtedly laudable, especially when it’s uncommon to find anymore.  But from my experience, it looks like Palomino’s Happy Hour would be my next edible task.

2. Make your leftovers something that you will enjoy eating.  Fellow citizens who came up with copious ideas of creating recipes using leftover Thanksgiving dishes weren’t intentionally frivolous!

3. I will treat parking in LA like any ordinary day in LA; apparently the meter rule still applies on MLK Day.  Otherwise I might have been gullible to become those pitied lemmings.

DK’s Donuts & Bakery
1614 Santa Monica Blvd.
Santa Monica, CA 90404
(310) 829-2512
http://www.dksdonuts.com/

Palomino
10877 Wilshire Blvd.
Los Angeles, CA 90024
(310) 208-1960
http://www.palomino.com/

Friendship & Introverts

Hi, I am an Introvert. Have a burger!

When you have viewed the “I” word within the entry’s title, tell me honestly–were you shuddering, even at the slightest twitch or pressure felt in, maybe, your eyeballs, throat, or nerves?

If “no” was your answer, then I applaud your love, or acceptance, of introverts–especially if you are one.  If you said “yes,” however, then I’m not surprised.

I proudly fall into the slight minority of introverts living in the U.S., yet I too was wincing about this psychological trait.  We introverts feel forced to adapt in this dominantly extroverted world, in workplaces and relationships increasingly demanding for immediate answers to reach results, pronto.

Before I get into my story on how I have accepted my energy state, let’s reiterate the this forewarning and clarity by stating, from now until eternity, that…

Introverted people do not [always] mean they are shy!

Nor does it mean rude, snobby, uninteresting, misanthropic, “broken,” or intentionally lonely–which I believe is a different vocabulary from “alone.”  I have beautiful, not-shy-at-all friends who are introverted, that it would be painstakingly difficult to detect that they were, due to their astute sociability.  I know other buddies who may not wear the congeniality crown, but with basic understanding that we have our own, unique perspectives I discovered that they bestow profound intellects and admirable quirks.  And unfortunately I have caught extroverts displaying these aforementioned negative qualities that many introverts are falsely accused of.

However, the exception to this rule is that not only I am introverted, I am also unabashedly shy (hence the brackets).

The harsh truth I had to upkeep in the past was that I used to be ashamed about my introversion.  Born a Filipino American, I was raised by a culture that intransigently emphasizes large families and social activity–two of the many examples of extroversion.  To connect–or conform–with these values, whether in a Filipino party or a typical birthday celebration, I would most often join in slightly uncomfortably, because of fear of being judged as the polar end: loner, recluse, hermit, future crazy dog lady (I’m allergic to cats).  This scary entity raised its bump gigantically when I realized that the gift of gab–a seemingly highly prized attribute in Pinoy culture–isn’t in my own blood.

This fear, in part, had entailed the basis of my shyness.

This is by no means against my own heritage.  As I grew into the 20-something era, one of these external Pinoy activities I delved into enthusiastically molded the present me–but I ain’t telling you what it is.  It’s that slight tummy ache I’ve had to combat through when I had been forced to go against my true identity, rather than what I feel happier in–which, for the record, is different from playing safe.  In my experience, if you “keep to yourself,” or you don’t participate at even the smallest social scheme, you–and I–would be labeled, in Filipino acronym, as KJ, aka a killjoy.

If you were called that, your mind might have blurted out as a negative, antisocial connotation. Frankly and unfortunately, it still holds true in today’s cacophonous society.

From what I recalled in childhood, with almost every social interaction I would then somehow naturally retreat into some type of protected bubble, where I stayed longer than the opposite duration.  In this solitude I had either played Pokemon on Gameboy Color or had used AOL (which was off the charts in the late 90’s) when granted permission from my godfather/Ninong.  There, I strangely feel much more at ease whenever I’m in this security zone, but I have hated feeling too trapped in it.

So to my past nuanced, maturing mind, what had bugged me for years was, “Why am I considered introverted, and yet, I do love people–even when I’m not in the mood to talk?” Confounding, ya?!

For over a decade’s worth I’ve been reading a countless array of articles and webpages, taking numerous personality quizzes (both for amusement and professional, serious manner), and watching Youtube vids about introversion to now culminate my reasons why introversion is just as an amazing trait as extroversion.

We introverts can be just as much fun & as sociable as the seemingly pure extroverts.
Extroverts relishing their party animal?  Carry on, my outgoing friend!  That’s to some of us who relish some reading time, or nonstop, deep conversations with their close friend in a coffeehouse–yep, introverts can be talkative.  But when we are plugged into a social activity that intrigues us, the degree of our fully charged energy within will depend on who and how many people we are participating with before our personal time to retreat in solitude to internally refuel.  In other words, some have this energy of an hour capacity, while some can run around until they must sleep!

We introverts value our alone time as much as extroverts value their inner social butterfly.
Here’s the answer to this burning question, on why certain introverts would either leave the party very early (if they didn’t reason out as heading to another festival), absconding the party without saying “goodbye,” see their hesitation before they needed to bounce, or don’t attend at all. It’s not because they’re deep down anti-social–how absolutely rubbish!  It’s because they’re more at ease preparing for the outside, energy-eating world when we are recharging in solitude.  Some will take days to revive, and I don’t see anything wrong with that.  Extroverts, on the other hand, need to recharge by socializing, which is why you’ll notice a friend (or yourself) being the life of the party.  Analogously, solitude is our sleeping; lack of this & we’ll either control our crabbiness the best we can. or face the juggernaut.

We introverts care about our output like extroverts obtaining info from the spot.
Wonder why some of these I’s appear to have difficulty opening up, besides maybe a keen awareness of feeling judged?  We need to be certain that we expend our words wisely; for instance, when we’re up against questions that seek brisk responses.  Simply put, we think before we speak.  This is why emailing, texting, and writing are our favorite modes of communication.  Like the universal law of conservation, when excess is converted to heat: energy given is both energy taken and wasted.

We introverts become irked from a certain phrase, similar how extroverts react to a particular statement.
Telling us to “come out of our shell” is the same pet peeve as telling extroverts to “stop being an attention #$&^@.”

We introverts also detest rudeness as equally as how extroverts view rudeness.
Please do not take our “quiet response” as boorish, especially if we’re being asked a particular question at somewhere uncomfortable, like social media in general.  For me, I don’t necessarily believe that an extrovert’s cutthroat, super blunt honesty is rude.  Nonetheless, whatever spectrum you fall into, a perfect example of what both of us perceive as rude as being cut in line or from the freeway lane.

We introverts appreciate quietness just as much as extroverts thrive in literal, high volume.
It can additionally be applicable in terms of the work we’re employing.  I notice that some extroverts are proficient at work when they’re fully surrounded with people, and some introverts excel their ability when they have their door completely shut.  But keep in mind that when roles are switched, they can be true, too, depending on their mood.  When I feel too cramped in my own bedroom while typing, I love to spend a few hours in a coffeehouse, regardless of guest concentration–though digressing, I would mind if free wifi is unstable.

We introverts heavily value small but meaningful relationships, like how extroverts value tons of interaction.
“Nice weather we’re having.”  That is an automatic, bitter end of story to many introverts per events we’ve actually attended.  I have actually spoken this sentence before, and I learned that I headed nowhere but awkwardness.  Even though some small talk is fine with me, I am so much more interested in who you are. Not about the Polar Vortex, not about your mom’s cat.  I want to know you.  By simply revealing your authenticity, even at acquaintance or weirdness level, that to me is already worthwhile.  Then on, I’ll be downright comfortable connecting with you–hence using my energy aptly.

We introverts AND extroverts feel insulted when we’re not being listened.
Doesn’t matter what type either of us are in.  While talking, interruption–particularly when we briefly pause–or utter narcissism leave no point in hearing the other side, if the suspect really cared.  If you want someone who will listen to you for unbeknownst reasons, that’s what genuine introverts are awesome at.

I could continue on, but for now I’ll condense this post, conserving my hardwired energy for perhaps another entry.  Most importantly, my findings are not meant for searching and categorizing the people in your life who’s an introvert or extrovert.  We simply need to be more understanding when we want the best communication, both emotionally and rationally, among our own social situation, whether at work or at a reunion.

As for me, my current energy state, now that I appear to adapt lovingly in this public moment, would be give or take 30% extroverted.  Depending on a social circumstance, though, I can transiently and easily bounce to the 50/50 ambivert.

Just one more warning from all my fellow introverts and myself: we will not be tolerant if our introversion will be toyed around, frowned upon, or be taken advantage of. We have our own special artillery somewhere in our sleeves, and we have the right to not tell you.

And my internally recharging friend, if you’re still under a personally ashamed feeling about your temperament, remember that I’ve been in your shoes.  When you feel ready, take those quiet, foot-forwarding steps to appreciate the Yin from the Yang.

Most essentially, no matter what type you are, keep doing what you EXCEL passionately (for the good!), and be proud of that gift.

“Solitude matters, and to some people, it’s the air they breathe.” -Susan Cain

***Bonus! If you want to see an overview of introverts, check out this site: http://introvertspring.com/15-introvert-myths-infograhic/.  If you want to take a pretty short-and-sweet personality quiz, a good page to start is this: http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/ (Note: do not overthink these simple questions!)

Foodie at Red Palace

A decent feast from an All-You-Can-Eat Korean BBQ may be burdensome to discover, whether it’d be LA’s Koreatown or the city of Garden Grove–either (or both) at utter inconvenience or a painstaking adventure when it comes to parking for restaurants in draconian mode for their “No Reservations” policy.

Enter Cerritos’ Red Palace, clandestinely shunned from the evidently busy sections in utter proximity of the Cerritos Center [Mall.]  At the corner of South Street and Bloomfield Ave, it’s forced to expose some ostentation due to its crippling plaza, where barely half of the venues remain in business.  Even before opening its door, behind the Red Palace’s transparent facade you can easily glare at the rosy walls illuminated with these incandescent lights.

Another remark within the smallish interior is that there’s a separate room designated for large, celebratory groups.  My friend, who recommended me to give them a go, warned that on one of his visits (yep, he ate there at least twice) there were 2 massive, independent parties that conquered over 1/3 of the restaurants’ maximum capacity.

But more than a recommendation I had a ravenous drive for this neighborhood KBBQ adventure.  So I texted a fellow foodie friend, crossing my fingers she would tag along this meaty challenge.  Thankfully, within hours us 2 were on a whim to indulge carnivorously before we’re back to our normal healthy habits at the commencement of 2014.

At almost 3 weeks of establishment, the AYCE treatment offered 3 options, depending on the table’s quantitative needs.  Letter A has 6 different meat varieties–i.e. Beef Brisket, Marinated Pork Bulgogi, Beef Belly, Pork Belly, Pork Steak, and Marinated Chicken–at $9.99 per person.  Add 8 more meats create Letter B, at $13.99 per person.  If your hunger beats out vehemently, the Letter C at $17.99 per person combines A, B, and 5 more plates of protein.  The best part is that, as of this post, these prices remain constant, no matter the peak hours–and a tidbit discount if you own a valid college student ID.

We 2 stayed within our precious budget and went for Letter A.

$17.99 for 19 Choices. Math Time!

Along with the obviously carnivorous bonanza comes with a bowl of vinaigrette-drenched salad and [mostly] vegetarian accessories, i.e. Banchan.  Here they’ll hospitably treat their customers with 6 different side dishes–but keep in mind that not all 6 will, on a given day, be the exact same on, say, 3 days later.
Salad w/ the Banchan & Rice Paper (bottom right)

Another kicker: complimentary Miso Soup, with its golden teapot figuratively hanging by our side.

Not so often I’ve came across other KBBQs where sauce caddies are readily at hand, like traditional ketchup and hot sauce in old school diners, thus myself prudently squeezing them into our individual saucers.
Chili Sauce, Salt, & Shake “Before” Use Vinegar-Based Sauce
Sesame Oil, Vinegar-Based Sauce, and Chili Sauce–Saucy Much?!
Slowly my gal friend and I chomped bit by bit with our Banchan, taking a little fun with the crisp-textured pickled vegetables–i.e. Kimchi–steadfast Potato Salad (without that nastily excess mayo), fresh Sprouts, and almost addicitve, triangular-shaped Fish Cakes.  Few, meticulous minutes later…
Marinated Pork Bulgogi & Slices of Beef Brisket

Our grill, smack in the center of our table (to inform any readers who may not be that familiar with traditional KBBQ), was now on fire and ready for some sizzle!
 The Sound of Yum…

Few minutes were minimally needed to darken the delicious Beef Brisket, while the eyes and common judgement were aimed for the slightly citrus-y and equally scrumptious Marinated Pork Bulgogi.  I smothered the brisket with that sesame oil with that shaved salt for my personal love of savory, salty goodness.  Usually I’d eat these meats wrapped in that Rice Paper like a bite-sized taco.  However, this night’s version of the carb sheets were strangely not in my favor, postulating for its subtle dryness–though they did fold up nicely.  So, going low carb with the salad I moved on.
Then…

Pork Belly
I tried this unwritten trick that some of my Korean friends taught me how to grill this more deliciously–one by cooking this after the settlement of cow grease from the Brisket (thus intentionally presented it after that gargantuan plate).

But suddenly, our busser, though sweet, awkwardly arrived at the wrong time by switching our already stupefied grill rack into a clean, sterile, and cool metal contraption.  As a result, the Pork Belly was coerced to stick to this new, cold fellow and, at their well done phase, my mouth caressed that plain, tough, average pork taste.  Moral of the story: insist the busser to change the rack after you’re done cooking the fattened bacon.

And we’re still not done…

Beef Belly (front) & the more lightly colored Beef Brisket (behind)
Thanks to the Beef Belly’s insanely marbled delight, that gave off a richer desire, which also brings in another adage: Beef Belly is recommended to be grilled and consumed before Pork Belly’s landing.

In conclusive stance, how was the quality of their meats?  All in all, favorable; obviously it wouldn’t look natural for the Beef Belly slices to appear so beautifully wrapped. And the service?  Oh my, they brought in 2 tongs (so one consumer doesn’t necessarily have to be responsible for all the cooking), and they were the calmest and most approachable I have dealt through, especially when it came to countless, fast-paced, and steamy KBBQ quests.  And did we 2 petite Asian females finish it all in this local gem?  Let’s just say somebody with a silly moniker ate more than 1/2 of the overall batch–and her friend can attest.

And we left with minimal, meaty reeks, but that would depend on how many people will attend to their own, palatial palate.  Bonus: ask for some raw garlic!

Grade: B

Red Palace
19105 Bloomfield Ave.
Cerritos, CA 90703
(562) 860-8867

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Foodie at Mystic Mocha

My knowledge of chilaquiles didn’t emerge until a friend was planning to cook these for our friends and me while we were in a cabin-lodging retreat at Big Bear Lake, CA a few years ago.  Obviously being a food enthusiast, I immediately asked him what they were composed of.  Despite his very candid response, we didn’t end up catching our taste buds to his edible project (though at the same time I discovered another friend’s homecooked Lomo Saltado—oh man, I’m already salivating while typing this).
And ever since, I’ve been on a continuous hunt for these breakfast nachos–which is a more comprehensive way to describe it–except that eggs are welcome in this show, and real cheese stood its ground.
To my astonished delight I hailed this small San Diego local spot, blended almost surreptitiously against a vast region of neighborhood homes, for assembling these tempting chilaquiles, along with their myriad ingredients for concocting the revering mocha of the consumer’s dreams—whether it’d be Mexican mocha, peanut butter, or the traditional American.  Was this Aztec-themed restaurant alluded to the 80’s movie starring Julia Roberts: my answer is both uncertain and not purely coincidental.
My best friend and I each ordered the chilaquiles and lattes that we were eyeing most on—distinguished as its walled menu above and behind the cashier—so that we followed our workable tactics by at least sampling the munch-able part.  Before we even ordered thru the counter, we noticed on its table surface a newspaper clip of the day’s horoscope, freely displayed to discover if we choose to follow through a terrific or cautious one, depending on our sign—which for now you’d have to guess mine.
The Butterfly Wants to Know Your Horoscope, Too
Falling back to the real world, the one I sank into such utterly shameless indulgence was aptly called the Chorizo Chilaquiles ($7.50).  Meanwhile, my best friend decided to do the limbo by ordering Blue Corn Chilaquiles w/ Chicken, which I do apologize for not having a photo of what was virtually brandishing the same execution as my plate pictured below.
The Chorizo Chilaquiles w/ the Lusciously Yummy Salsa Roja Hidden Behind Those Wings
I hope you could determine the size comparison of this controlled leviathan with my friend’s iPhone 5S in the background.  How can one absolutely not forgo a heaping, terrifically sated proportion of crispy fried tortillas, seasoned stir-fried scrambled eggs, an array of piquant Mexican cheeses, and–last yet certainly not least–the devilishly sensuous chorizo conquering all-around each chip?

I mean, at that aforementioned whopping price, if you assuredly can resist easily, either you’re understandably vegan, allergic to eggs, or you need to stop self-depriving and thus ephemerally rebel from this health-conscious Golden State.  Speaking of which, the inherent healthy minds nagged us to briskly amble around Balboa Park afterwards for a couple of hours.

As for her Blue Chip Chicken Chilaquiles, as a whole it was scrumptious, but choosing between poultry and minced sausage would unthinkably make an epicurean difference.

Nonetheless, whatever stage in the sky or the underworld we were transiently stuck at, we eventually escaped when we claimed willpower to take 2/3 of our dishes as leftovers for both the next day and the day after.  I’ll say from eating the remnants, I thanked the chorizo and cheese deities for keeping their flavor post-microwave!

Pumpkin Spice Latte and Mexican Mocha, Respectively

To praise these other deities, we cheered with the above-pictured drinks.  Having a pretty good number of Mexcian Mocha delights previously, whether in Cali or the Hawkeye State, this splendidly placed me under the protection of their godly eyes because I relished this luscious, calmly caffeinated drink, requested non-fat though not necessarily in lesser amounts of carb calories or whipped cream.  Unfortunately the same eyes weren’t working for my friend’s take on the PSL, and thus I bluntly recommended her to try the Two-Tailed Mermaid’s version.

So yes we were in mixed, supernatual domains during our quality breakfast moments, and for that reason, entering Mystic Mocha might be a risk, whether foodie-wise or personal-wise.  But it’s undoubtedly worth taking.

Overall Grade: B+

Mystic Mocha
2105 Mission Ave.
San Diego, CA 92116
(619) 688-0858

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