Buttermilk Food Truck...worth the wait and the aches.

I am officially OVER the food truck craze.  I stopped to think about the other day.  How do they keep the food cold enough?  How do they keep everything clean?  After getting sick too many times from one of those ubiquitous korean tacos, I am no longer chasing those trucks on twitter or driving out of my way or waiting in long lines.  EXCEPT for (there's always an exception) the Buttermilk Food Truck.  I stopped to think about it today.  It's a truck with food made mostly from buttermilk.  Impossible to stay away.  Eating here is way more calories than anyone should ingest in one day.  But you know what else I'm over?  Having a six-pack.  So suck it you dumb skinny jeans.  The red velvet pancakes are mine.  Those Hawaiian breakfast sliders.  Those chicken and cinnamon waffles.  Oh so consistently good I want to take a bath in that truck.

 

Los Feliz's Cafe Stella ooh la la...

This place is funky and weird and moody.  Add to that they have good food and wine and Chimay on tap.  Holla!  It's all the things I love in a cool East LA neighborhood.  I even sat next to Bret McKenzie of Flight of the Conchords so my meal was extra sexy.  Let's get to the food.  Amazing charcuterie plate.  Check.  Crusty on the outside soft on the inside French bread.  Check.  Scent of truffle oil in the air from fries and/or mussels.  Checks everywhere, man.  Like potatoes?  They offer potatoes in multiple forms: pomme frites, in a gratin with turnips, hand crushed or turned.  The kitchen has never met a spud it didn’t know how to master.  Thanks kitchen.  Finally, french toast donut for dessert.  Cafe Stella, you had me at donut.