Soleto Trattoria and Pizza Bar
Los Angeles, California

Brick and wood give Soleto a modern recycled lookBrick and wood give Soleto a modern recycled look

Soleto is an urban enigma, an Italian bistro risen from the ashes of the former Zucca Ristorante in a building that from the exterior looks like an office front in downtown Los Angeles. The room is cavernous and modern, shiny, sleek and gleaming, yet finished with brick and reclaimed wooden floors; the Southern Italian-influenced dishes offered during Happy Hour are more akin to stuzzichini than large plates with artistically arranged foodstuffs. Soleto’s atmosphere is conducive to knocking back a few glasses of grappa or house-made limoncello with friends in a boisterous setting, and yet there’s something naggingly subtle about the feeling that you’re in an upscale trattoria. If you’re conjuring the image of an aproned waiter shoveling mass quantities of pasta onto the table from a wheelbarrow, well, paisan, you’ve come to the wrong place.

Soleto's sweet, citrus GondolaSoleto's sweet, citrus Gondola

You could easily miss Soleto walking down the wide sidewalk past the lobby of the office tower the restaurant calls home; on the opposite corner of the building is a deceptively expansive patio for al fresco dining. The outdoor space is anchored by several story-high columns capped with modern art that mimics the colored art deco tile façade of the nearby Eastern Colombia Building; while the restaurant hints at a jumble of styles thrown together in an architectural mélange, there’s something comforting about it, having been raised in an Italian household where none of the plates and silverware matched.

Executive Chef Sascha Lyon’s background owes more to classic French than the cuisine of lo stivale, but he and the staff represent while adding a few twists. Some of the dishes take playful liberties with tradition – a calamari antipasto is sautéed in olive oil to fork-edge tenderness, augmented with a mild fire from chiles, marinated tomato and garlic; you’re likely to lose sight of the fact that you’re eating squid. Soleto’s beef meatball marinara pokes its char-encrusted, blackened flesh from beneath a cloak of marinara, its nearly crispy shell giving way to a hot, pink center. Even the egg and anchovy-free Caesar salad belies its Baja Californian roots, flashing a pedigree that’s more Julius Caesar than Caesar Cardini.

Gas and wood fired 800 degree pizza ovenGas and wood fired 800 degree pizza oven

Although Soleto has not jumped on the same bandwagon as other fledgling Italian bistros that have installed massive stone pizza ovens, their gas and wood hybrid blast furnace blackens their pies to a crispiness that neither dries out the center nor leaves it doughy. Their potato and bacon pizza is astounding; topped with a fried egg, its yolk pierced to flood the top with its golden bounty, the pizza almost screams to be eaten for breakfast. The Skinny Pie is Margarita’s svelte yet flavorful cousin – topped with roasted tomatoes, firm blobs of ricotta and pesto, it is a tasty alternative tribute to the Italian tri-color. Even though the spicy smoked speck pizza comes packed with capsaicin, it turns in a more flavorful burn than some of the more established pizzerias that offer pies promising to deliver a hearty bout of Hades’ revenge.

Spicy sautéed calamariSpicy sautéed calamari

The pastas were a welcome departure from the typical Southern Californian Italian fare; none were drenched in sauce – the rigatoni ragu with sweet, house-made sausage was in a light, clinging Bolognese that inexplicably contained no tomato; the savory and rich pumpkin ravioli was treated lightly to a butter sage sauce and the pasta had some nice teeth to it, a refreshing change to the typical dish that features a texture closely resembling an overcooked Cream of Wheat mush. The tart angel hair a la Checca with firm goat cheese featured tomatoes in a three way that didn’t include puree – the pasta dishes were as beautiful as they were flavorful.

Tomato-heavy angel hair a la CheccaTomato-heavy angel hair a la Checca

Unfortunately, as good as they were, the main courses took a back seat to the lighter and more creative small dishes. A light and flaky branzino Milanese was fresh and had a nice crumbly crust, but unfortunately the skirt steak that was said to have been balsamic marinated for 24 hours tasted brined with perhaps a tad too much salinity – its saving grace was that the meat maintained a curious muscle fiber that brought out the carnivore in me.

Salty marinated skirt steak (Italian fajita meat)Salty marinated skirt steak (Italian fajita meat)

Soleto’s proximity to Staples Center and L.A. Live, as well as their extended hours (these go to eleven) make it a destination for post-event dining and drinking, as well as a great place to hang after the workday when other establishments are rolling down the grates. Sometimes when you’re expecting Joe Pesci or Sophia Loren, it’s refreshing change to get Louis Prima.

Soleto Trattoria and Pizza Bar
801 S. Figueroa Street
Los Angeles, CA 90017
GPS Coordinates: 34° 2’51.69″N 118°15’41.90″W

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NOTE: This cost for this meal was provided by the restaurant. The content provided in this article was not influenced whatsoever by the organizer of the event.

 

Urbano Pizza Bar
Los Angeles, California

The Selvatica, a pie featuring basil pesto, roasted tomatoes and pine nutsThe Selvatica, a pie featuring basil pesto, roasted tomatoes and pine nuts

Does Los Angeles really need a new pizza joint? Well, it couldn’t hurt. There are a plethora of pizzerias throwing their dough in the ring but coming up short when it comes to churning out quality pies, with fierce competition in a city that has a long way to catch up with New York and Chicago. Urbano Pizza Bar is kicking it old school with pizzas made in wood fired ovens that have a traditional crispy charred and bubbly crust but meld a variety of unusual ingredients together on top. The location is a bit odd – on its downtown Los Angeles corner the space looks like it would be more comfortable as a CVS or mobile phone store than a pizzeria, but that all changes once inside. The decor is a throwback to days gone by with rough-hewn wood paneled walls, tin ceilings, a wooden floor and counters, tables and fixtures reclaimed from old downtown structures. One long marble-topped table runs almost the length of the room; attached wooden swivel stools swing out from beneath the table like old high school cafeteria seating while tomato cans hold silverware and napkins. The surprising aspect of Urbano is space – although you may find yourself eating communal-style at the ling table, there’s a ton of elbow room. There doesn’t appear to be anchovies available as a topping on the menu, nor will you feel like one packed into a tin.

Everything old is new again, including communal cafeteria seatingEverything old is new again, including communal cafeteria seating

Most of the menu items utilize the brick ovens, with most of the starters and wood-fired items comprised of roasted vegetables. The menu was developed by Top Chef winner Chef Ilan Hall who also commands the kitchen at nearby The Gorbals; Chef Hall was on hand on my visit to personally bring out some of the dishes being served. The la Querica prosciutto Americano was mild, flavorful but without the smokiness of Iberian or Italian ham; the thinly sliced ham came unadulterated on a metal tray and since it was the first item brought to the table I mistakenly expected the other menu items to be mild or bland in nature. A stack of artisan pizza bread was crusty and airy, charred with a hint of smoke; the chunks of bread were lightly coated in an almost translucent lathering of fresh, coarse tomato sauce making it the perfect dish for something light at the bar to absorb your alcohol.

Charred corn with balsamic butter (orange)Charred corn with balsamic butter (orange)

A bowl of roasted corn was dressed with a balsamic aioli, greened up with crisp, fresh basil and topped with a bizarre orange balsamic butter that dissolved over the corn. The kernels were firm and fresh and the flavors from the other ingredients accented the corn without killing the flavor. The vegetable dishes were amazing – roasting preserved most of the snap in the eggplant caponata with baby squash and created a nice texture on the outside of the fingerling potatoes that almost made them taste grilled. Urbano’s meatballs are served on what is essentially a toasted pizza dough English muffin – the flavor of the rare meat is allowed to come through with a conservative application of sauce topped with cheese shavings and fresh basil. Although the Chef Hall’s presentation was nice, I was secretly lusting after a meatball sub stuffed with these savory orbs.

A caponata of eggplant and baby squashA caponata of eggplant and baby squash

The main event at an establishment called Urbano Pizza Bar is obviously the pizza, and I recall having a low expectation level when I arrived that was vaporized in the wood fire when the pies were brought to the table. The scimmietta was breathtaking – the tell-tale sign that something was different was the orange topping where one traditionally finds the tomato sauce. In its place was a sweet pumpkin purée and dancing about the surface was crispy bacon, unmelted chunks of goat cheese and shredded basil. I have enjoyed pumpkin and bacon (prosciutto) pizza elsewhere, but Urbano’s turns the whole thing sideways with the pumpkin being the wet work as opposed to a chopped vegetable topping. The flavor of the pumpkin permeated each slice, and the texture of the pie was perfect – neither hard and crunchy nor limp and soggy.

The Testa Verde with ricotta and Irish cheddar cheeses and spinachThe Testa Verde with ricotta and Irish cheddar cheeses and spinach

The Selvatica had a wonderful taste from the basil pesto merging with the gooey, melted cheese and the flavor of the roasted sun-dried tomatoes and crunchiness of the toasted pine nuts. There were fresh chopped basil leaves added at the end on top, but they really added only color since there was enough basil flavor imparted from the pesto. I thought Testa Verde was an appropriate name for their ultra-green pizza, although it almost demanded an Irish name – lumps of firm ricotta cheese rose in tiny mounds out of pools of buttery Irish cheddar and an army of just-past-wilted baby spinach to create a very Gaelic-looking pie. Other pizzas such as the fennel sausage-laden Salsiccia and the wild mushroom Fungi pie had more of a traditional look about them, and I can’t be certain but they seemed to have more of a delightful char to them than the other pies.

A sweet, goo-filled desert experimentA sweet, goo-filled desert experiment

For dessert, Chef Hall brought out an experiment for us to try – a pizza dough tart with a gaping ricotta and fruit wound in the middle. A well-placed knife cut issued forth an ooze of sweet, sticky fluid, and although the taste was nice I think I would have preferred a sturdier filling; still it was reminiscent of a zeppole taking a walk on the wild side. My attitude was flipped like Neapolitan pizza chef tosses dough; the quality and taste of the pizza was a welcome surprise and it was a wonderful experience to forget I was in downtown Los Angeles for a while. Los Angeles may not rank up with the Big Apple and Windy City when it comes to pizza, but a visit to Urbano Pizza Bar will make you fugetaboutit.

Urbano Pizza Bar
630 West 6th Street
Los Angeles, CA 90017
GPS Coordinates: 34° 2’55.22″N 118°15’19.97″W

GALLERY: See images from Val’s visit to Urbano Pizza bar in downtown Los Angeles, California

NOTE: This cost for this meal was provided by the restaurant. The content provided in this article was not influenced whatsoever by the organizer of the event.

 

10th Annual Galbani Italian Feast of San Gennaro
Hollywood, California

A little bit of Italy in HollywoodA little bit of Italy in Hollywood

Growing up in the Boston area meant looking forward to the cultural food-centric block parties in the Catholic parishes of the Italian neighborhoods held for the saints’ feast days: Rocco, Anthony, Gennaro, et al. Although one could put themselves into a vertigo-induced bout of nausea on the rickety carnival rides, the main event was always about the food – handmade pastas, thick fountains of tomato sauce and a myriad of pastries that define the term “la dolce vita”. For the past ten years, Angelenos have been able to celebrate like a paisano, where on the streets of Hollywood everyone is Italian for a day. Event founder and television personality Jimmy Kimmel must have figured that if he couldn’t get to New York for the festival celebration of Naples’ patron saint Gennaro (Januarius), he could recreate it in the back yard of the studio where Jimmy Kimmel Live! is filmed in Hollywood.

The main thoroughfare, reminiscent of East Coast festivalsThe main thoroughfare, reminiscent of East Coast festivals

While it’s true that the event embraces the cuisine of Italy and Italian Americans, Kimmel and the event’s other founders and organizers also remain true to the benevolent spirit of the festival – the money raised from the event’s gala opening night (Prima Notte) and the admission to the event is used to fund a wide variety of charities through the San Gennaro Foundation. Galbani (formerly Precious Cheese) has generously sponsored the event since the beginning, so it should come as no surprise that the cheese flows like chianti. Jonesing for some mozzarella? Simply look for the tallest character at the feast – the 9-foot tall Precious Cheese Man, a silent walking stick of mozzarella who will happily satisfy your fix with a stick or two of cheese.

Daryl Hall on the Main Stage as part of Jimmy Kimmel Live!Daryl Hall on the Main Stage as part of Jimmy Kimmel Live!

The festival’s opening night (Prima Notte) is a ticketed affair with entertainment and presentations by the organizers, Italian dignitaries, entertainment industry folks and local clergy. During the festivities, the feast’s food vendors provide mass quantities of the dishes available for the run of the event. At this year’s Prima Notte, Daryl Hall opened the event with a set on the Main Stage as in conjunction with an appearance on Jimmy Kimmel Live!, followed by a dramatic rendition of The Star Spangled Banner by Mark Giovi. During the course of the evening it was easy to forget you were in the United States; in fact, the entire crowd rose to their feet and erupted in tumultuous applause after Christopher Macchio delivered an operatic performance of the Italian national anthem. The booths on the main thoroughfare were closed, with the vendors providing food from tables under a tent identified only by the dishes they were serving. Food is eaten communal style, with tables scattered throughout the stage area; although it seems like a cliché, whether you stand at one of the tables in the bar area or seated at one of the larger tables with folks from all walks of life, everyone is Italian, everyone family.

The line for Rosa Graziano's famous zeppoleThe line for Rosa Graziano's famous zeppole

One of the culinary highlights that generate the longest lines is Rosa Graziano’s legendary zeppole. Graziano, who helms the Rosa’s Bella Cucina truck, distributes the fried balls of dough with a big smile, and a warm greeting and a liberal sprinkling of powdered sugar. It’s impossible to disagree when she tells you that you want one – she’s like your Italian sister/mother/aunt waiting for the unmistakable grin when you bite into the warm, fried confection. Frankie’s restaurant also commands an impressive presence at the event; in addition to beef and veal meatballs the size of your head and a not-as-hot-as-you-would expect sausage sandwich complete with sautéed peppers and onions, they shuck a Mount Etna-sized pile of long neck clams on ice. Their staff knows their way around a shucking knife – a couple of quick taps on the shell is enough to let them know if the hard-shelled clam is worthy to be served raw or gets tossed. The clams have an odd reddish orange hue and the thick meat is sweet and firm in texture; although cocktail sauce and lemons are plentiful, the mollusks bathed in their cool, copious brine are best enjoyed au natural.

The pepperoni pizza from Rocco's TavernThe pepperoni pizza from Rocco's Tavern

Pizza is plentiful; it’s somewhat odd to see huge pizza ovens set up outdoors. At any given time you can watch Vito’s Pizza and Rocco’s Tavern whipping up pies on the fly, each slice as good as you’d expect on the streets of Brooklyn: not too flaccid, not too crispy and generously topped with a variety of meats and vegetables. Pasta is well represented at the event as well with offerings of ravioli, pasta e fagioli and even a creamy macaroni and cheese made with rigatoni and bacon.

The unique and tasty sfogliatelleThe unique and tasty sfogliatelle

Italian pastries are legendary and in addition to the familiar cannoli available from multiple vendors, one was serving up biscotti close to my heart. Frankie’s (not the same Frankie’s that was shucking the clams – if you haven’t figured it out by now, it’s a pretty popular Italian name) makes a biscotti flavored with black anise from the hills of Calabria, the region of Italy that also produced by grandfather on my mom’s side). The biscuit was crumbly and packed with flavor, and savoring one forced me to hit Coffee Brothers for a sturdy cup of cappuccino. Although I’ve spent a considerable time in Boston’s North End bakeries, I encountered a pastry I’d never seen before – the impossibly-named sfogliatelle. The confection was a work of art -a paper-thin ribbon of dough spiraled into the shape of a clam with a rich filling of ricotta cheese, egg, pistachio and lemon zest to create a complex contradiction in texture. The crust was light and crispy, while the innards had the rich consistency of custard.

The event runs through September 25th so time is limited for Angelenos to enjoy what the folks back east almost take for granted; for us East Coast expatriates, the Feast of San Gennaro invokes fond memories and instantaneous salivation. Imagine the joy and excitement of being Italian for a day – now there’s an offer you can’t refuse.

The Galbani Italian Feast of San Gennaro
1651 N. Orange Drive
Los Angeles, CA 90028
GPS coordinates: 34° 6’1.07″N 118°20’28.70″W

GALLERY: See images from the Prima Notte gala and Feast of San Gennaro in Hollywood  CA (photo of Jimmy Kimmel and Adam Carolla by Luigi Scorcia)

NOTE: Admission to the Prima Notte event was provided by the organizer of the event

NOTE: Through 2011, the event was called The Precious Cheese Italian Feast of San Gennaro; the  sponsor changed names to Galbani in 2012

 

Bánh mì
Vietnam

The namesake Buu Dien SandwichThe namesake Buu Dien Sandwich

To the untrained eye, banh mi might resemble a “five dollar foot-long”, but under the hood you’re likely to find the ingredients a tad less Western. The term bánh mì actually describes the baguette used to create this Vietnamese staple, a diminutive loaf of French bread made from wheat and rice flour. Bánh mì can have a variety of fillings, but traditionally features slices of ham and/or head cheese and stuffed silly with fresh crunchy vegetables including cilantro, hot peppers, cucumber and picked, shredded daikon radish and carrots. In Southern California there are a few hot spots where you don’t have to travel far to sample traditional and localized preparations of the workingman’s salad sandwich, including San Gabriel Valley and Little Saigon in Westminster.

BBQ pork banh mi from Lien HoaBBQ pork banh mi from Lien Hoa

I was invited to join The Minty on a bánh mì through L.A.’s Chinatown, and after the fun I had getting my Salvadoran on at her pupusa crawl, I eagerly signed up. She had planned 5 stops, which included a not-so-gourmet food truck and an upscale bistro serving up Anglicized versions of the sandwich at the end of the yellow brick road in Little Tokyo. There were four foodies in tow (myself included) and we quickly agreed that we would order one or two sandwiches at each stop and quarter them (a sensible survivor skill when dealing with multiple bread bombs). The first stop was Bưu Điện, a small storefront at the end of a parking lot alley with iron folding plates over the window. The menu featured about 10 variations, all listed on a banner on the wall, and we quickly agreed on the Bánh Mì Bưu Điện (their signature Bưu Điện Sandwich) and the Chả Lụa (a Vietnamese pork sausage). The Bưu Điện Sandwich was their version of the traditional sandwich featuring a pork pâté and sliced ham and chock full of the aforementioned vegetables. The bread was firm but not stale and it neatly postponed bites bursting with flavor and texture; the sausage was an odd shade of red and was crumbly and dry. While a refrigerator held soft drinks I was intrigued with the two fountain bubblers at the counter that held a brownish-black fluid and something that looked like lawn clippings run through a blender. I opted for the dark, murky beverage which turned out to be a tasty blend of five different teas.

The remainder of my meatball banh mi at LA SandwichThe remainder of my meatball banh mi at LA Sandwich

Our second stop was a confusing little place billed as “Liên Hoa Chinese Deli & Seafood Market”. Inside was a row of steam tables holding limbs and organs of undetermined fauna and a meat case holding executed whole roasted ducks hanging from hooks, illuminated by what looked like klieg lights. As I prepared to preserve Donald in digital celluloid the woman behind the counter shouted out, “No pictures”, obviously assuming I was going to copy their inimitable style and open my own Chinese deli in Laguna Beach. We ordered the Vietnamese Special and BBQ Pork sandwiches and waited while she “toasted” the bread. Since Liên Hoa serves up hot food but doesn’t have any place to sit, we opted to partake of our purchases on a bench out front, hoping that the belief that everything tastes better outdoors held true. Sadly, it did not. Both sandwiches were dry, doughy and salty and even though they featured different ingredients did not have much variance in taste.

Fried catfish banh mi at The Spice TableFried catfish banh mi at The Spice Table

Discouraged but not beaten, we crossed back over the street and into a nondescript indoor mini-mall to LA Sandwich, a place that looked like a Subway counter you might find at in a truck stop on I-5. The climate inside was so diverse that I expected hail over the cash register; one particular spot felt like it was under a heat lamp and the store was filled with the smell of burnt toast. LA Sandwich offered 6 sandwiches and we decided on the #2 Pate Chả Lụa (Vietnamese sausage pâté) and #6 Xiu Mai (steamed meatball). We sat at a burnished aluminum table in the hallway where we divided up the goods – the bánh mì gods must have been smiling upon us since the smell of charred bread was not emanating from our meal; the bread was toasted but soft and the buttery Vietnamese mayo was prominent in the sandwiches. I particularly liked the course-ground steamed meatballs which were complemented by the spicy, fresh cilantro, frisky jalapenos and cool, crisp cucumber.

French bread, tools of the trade at The Spice TableFrench bread, tools of the trade at The Spice Table

We looked for the Nam Thai Vietnamese Truck at its stated location, but being a vehicle we were outsmarted by its mobility. With only one stop on the crawl left, we traveled the mile or so to Little Tokyo to the upscale Spice Table. The interior of the antique brick building was well lit but looked like it would be more at home in Tuscany than Los Angeles. I wasn’t sure we were in the right place since every printed word in the place was in plain English. The Spice Table’s menu features five bánh mì sandwiches (simply referred to as “Sandwiches”). I wanted to stay with tradition, ordering the “Cold Cut” sandwich (featuring ham, pâté and head cheese); we also ordered their take on the meatball bánh mì and the bizarre fried catfish. The cold cut sandwich had the potential to be fresh and flavorful but sadly it was doused in a red Sriracha-like sauce that overpowered the dish. The meatballs were zesty and delicious and garnished with peanuts and fresh herbs, but I found the over-use of the red hot sauce annoying on this sandwich. It seems as though they douse all the sandwiches with the fiery brew, but it actually worked well with the fried catfish. The catfish nuggets were coated in a cornmeal batter that formed a crust, sealing in the juices and resulting in moist, tender bites. I laughed a little thinking that the assembly of the catfish on the baguette along with the hot sauce made the sandwich seem more like a po-boy than a bánh mì.

I always have fun on The Minty’s crawls and enjoyed the variety of choice in what is otherwise a simple sandwich, but short of booking a flight to Ho Chi Minh City I am now intrigued enough with bánh mì to head out to San Gabriel and Westminster in search of the real deal. Big A, I still crave your steak and cheese, but I now have a new sandwich to love.

Bưu Điện
642 N. Broadway
Los Angeles CA 90012
GPS Coordinates: 34° 3’34.77″N 118°14’20.28″W

Liên Hoa Deli & Seafood
721 N. Broadway
Los Angeles CA 90012
GPS Coordinates: 34° 3’39.27″N 118°14’20.91″W

L.A. Sandwiches
736 N. Broadway #106
Los Angeles CA 90012
GPS Coordinates: 34° 3’40.90″N  118°14’19.16″W

The Spice Table
114 S. Central St.
Los Angeles CA 90012
GPS Coordinates: 34° 2’55.20″N 118°14’20.65″W

GALLERY: See images from Val’s eatventure on The Minty’s banh mi crawl in Chinatown and Los Angeles, California

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