Night+Market
West Hollywood CA

A simple neon sign heralds the Night+MarketA simple neon sign heralds the Night+Market

For over three decades, the Yenbamroong family has been a fixture on the Los Angeles restaurant scene with a fleet of Thai restaurants, mostly catering to Western tastes. At the beginning of 2011, heir to the throne Kris Yenbamroong transformed the former Key Club office in the space adjacent to family’s established Talesai restaurant on Sunset Strip into Night+Market, a sparse, modern restaurant serving (as the neon sign advertises), Thai street food. Yenbamroong is quick to point out that Thais might be slightly put off by the term street food, as he essentially captures the essence of home cooked folksy food, using recipes gathered from his extended family and creating his own renditions of the traditional cuisine. The menu fare is primarily (but not limited to) dishes from the northern region of the country that the clan calls home.

Crispy pork toro (pork collar)Crispy pork toro (pork collar)

Pork figures prominently on the menu, including an unusual variety of cuts in unique, flavorful preparations, but this isn’t a case of Yenbamroong catching a free ride on the hip “nose-to-tail” bandwagon – the dishes are reproductions of cuisine that is the product of a people making do with the ingredients on hand. At the lavish menu tasting I was recently invited to sample, the first dishes out belied the restaurant’s departure from Anglicized Thai food; moist and tender skewers of condensed milk-soaked pork satay and an eggy minced chicken larb gai, although flavorful, did nothing to shatter my notions of what defines Thai food. I understand that pad thai finds a place on the menu, but bears little similarity to the Western expectation of the noodle dish.  I was still remarking how unusually flavor-packed their homemade shrimp chips (with a peppery accompanying sauce that has the look and consistency of a dark tomato paste) were when they brought out the heavy artillery. One dish that looked like chunks of grilled onion turned out to be what Yenbamroong has named “pork toro” made from the hog collar, a delicious fatty and under-appreciated cut of pork. The little piggy nibbles were slightly chewy with the texture of a firm, grilled vegetable and took their deep color and flavor from dark soy sauce. Since your typical pig has two ears, it was only fitting that there were as many dishes featuring them. The pig ear strips stir fried with chile and garlic were instantly recognizable by the white membrane sandwiched between fleshy pork, but the outrageously tender deep-fried, tempura-battered pig ear could have passed for calamari tentacles. Essentially, Yenbamroong has successfully made a sow’s ear into a silk purse.

The chorizo-like sai uah northern pork sausageThe chorizo-like sai uah northern pork sausage

From the trailing end of the beast were equally unrecognizable pig tails. These succulent hunks of flesh are initially charred in a wok on high heat, braised and then deep fried, resulting in pork that literally melts in your mouth – there’s a good chance this dish could put Pre-Chew Charlie’s out of business. Two types of pork sausage were represented: the quail egg-sized sour sai krok isaan (earning its sour merit badge through 1 to 2 days of fermentation prior to cooking) and a northern sai uah (chiengrai herbed sausage served with noom salsa and cucumber). The sai uah had the consistency of chorizo and the fiery bite of a cobra and the sweet, sticky coconut rice was the only antidote at the table. Night+Market’s catfish tamale would look perfectly at home on a diner’s plate in a Oaxacan restaurant, wrapped lovingly in banana leaves plucked from Yenbamroong’s patio garden, but there was nothing Latino about the aroma of the fresh herbs and ground catfish that emanated from the unveiled treat. Nuoc mam chicken wings marinated in fish sauce were fried to perfection and almost tasted like seafood (a reversal of the “tastes like chicken” syndrome).

The flavors of the kao kluk gapi play together on the plateThe flavors of the kao kluk gapi play together on the plate

The two most formidable dishes sampled that evening were brought out last; the first was in impressive and attractive bowl of kao kluk gapi featuring rice flavored with shrimp paste and tiny dried shrimp, candied pork, shredded egg, red onion, green mango, cilantro and evil little Thai bird eye chiles. The dish arrived at in collective mounds to be mixed tableside and the wonderful aspect was that each forkful was flavored with whichever component was most prominent at the time. A bowl of kua gling (“border beef tendertail” simmered in chili paste and garnished with finely shredded kaffir lime leaves, also plucked from the garden) was the acme of incendiary cuisine – there was nothing on the table that would douse the flames of anguish spreading through my mouth – such rich, flavorful pain.

Quite literally, an ice cream sandwichQuite literally, an ice cream sandwich

Chef Yenbamroong showed mercy on me by the promise of a cooling ice cream sandwich for desert – little did I realize how literal that statement was. The Trippy Meter pegged into the red when a dish was placed on the table containing a scoop of coconut ice cream standing on the shoulders of sweet sticky rice permeated with condensed and evaporated milk, garnished with toasted mung beans and sandwiched, yes, sandwiched between two slices of bread. Granted, the bread used was pan de leche, but it was the oddest looking translation of the name I had ever seen. True to his word, the ice cream took the edge off my 3rd-degree burnt tongue, but I have to say that it was a sweet delight. I’m not sure if it because of the ingredients, but the bread took on the characteristics of angel food cake.

Yenbamroong is enjoying a brisk business, offering a unique take on Thai cuisine in southern California, and is planning expansion to the current offerings possibly including grilling on the patio (he recently acquired three Thai sausage grills) and noodle house dishes. Whatever direction Night+Market takes, I will be waiting in eager anticipation to Thai one on.

Night+Market
9043 Sunset Boulevard
West Hollywood CA 90069
GPS Coordinates:  34° 5’26.58″N 118°23’20.74″W
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GALLERY: See images from Val’s dinner at Night+Market at  in West Hollywood CA

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.

 

Pig penis

The finished product - Dick-on-a-StickThe finished product - Dick-on-a-Stick

By now you’ve seen the word “penis” twice; if the sound of the word or penile imagery makes you uncomfortable, this is fair warning that you will probably not enjoy this article.  Before you ask Bertha Bumiller to round up the Smut Snatchers of the New Order, I should tell you that the penis in question recently belonged to a male sus scofa (the domesticated Kunekune pig of New Zealand). I don’t think it’s much of a stretch to say that this article may redefine the oddly named photographic phenomenon known as “food porn”. Forgive the penile puns and double-entendre, but the penis as food is not a new aspect of modern gastronomy or a hardcore adaptation of the “nose-to-tail” movement; other cultures have been eating this member of the meat family for millennia (as covered previously in articles on bull penis).

Newly-opened Lindy & Grundy butcher shop in L.A.Newly-opened Lindy & Grundy butcher shop in L.A.

Up front, let me state for the record that I did not scour the meat department of my local 99 Ranch Market looking for Porky’s personality; I had responded to a tweet by friends and friendly neighborhood L.A. butchers Lindy & Grundy who stated that a pig came in packing heat (they are normally removed prior to them receiving the carcass) and that they were looking for any takers for the less-than-mighty pork sword. I doubt anyone was surprised when I laid claim to the economy cut, and since friend and colleague Eddie Lin was in the area, he offered to swing by and grab my penis (“fair warning”, remember?).

The terrible pork swordThe terrible pork sword

The issue of actually eating the object was never in doubt, but it took a while to decide how to prepare it. After deliberating over several ideas, it was decided that it would be the perfect way to break in the gleaming new deep fryer I received for my birthday, but we still had to come to agreement on a recipe. The somewhat diminutive size of the meat whistle ruled out any preparation involving slicing, dicing or julienne frying, which led to the obvious conclusion – corn dogging the thing. Using an online recipe for corn dog batter, we whipped up a batch of the tasty dip and slid that bad boy in. I’ll give credit where credit is due; my lovely wife Claudia christened the dish with a name far superior to my “penis corn dog” – the poetic and lyrical “Dick-on-a-Stick”.

So how did it taste, you ask (or maybe don’t)? Well, I won’t spoil the fun and cinematic splendor of letting you see for yourself the preparation and consumption of the dish in our little porn flick below. My only regret is that we couldn’t get Justin Timberlake and Andy Samberg to do the theme song.

Lindy and Grundy
801 North Fairfax Avenue
Los Angeles CA 90046
GPS Coordinates:  34°5’9.46″N 118°21’42.02″W

GALLERY: See images of Lindy & Grundy, the butchers who supplied the meat and Val and Eddie Lin preparing the dish

VIDEO: The making of Dick-on-a-Stick by Trippy Food and Deep End Dining


NOTE: The pig penis was provided at no cost by Lindy and Grundy, butchers. The content provided in this article was not influenced whatsoever by Lindy and Grundy although the double entendre was free-flowing.

 

Ernie’s Restaurtant
Charleston, South Carolina

Ernie's, not "No Loitering"Ernie's, not "No Loitering"

One of the areas lacking in my culinary repertoire is soul food – I have only on occasion enjoyed the basic, hearty, home-cooked food that truly makes you feel good. Soul food for me is the epitome of keeping it simple yet delicious, although I must caution that this is good food that might not necessarily be good for you – it is usually high in fat, cholesterol and calories. In the unlikely event that I ever find myself on death row I think I might select soul food for a last meal and eat myself to death. Prior to setting out on my recent Charleston, South Carolina adventure I was told that a trip to Charleston would be incomplete without a visit to Ernie’s for their lima beans. I’m sure your initial reaction might have been similar to mine – my mother prepared lima beans for us in our formative years, and although not unappetizing the thought of a scoop of the starchy, thumbnail-sized legumes hardly seemed like the basis for a side trip.

Welcome to Ernie's in Charleston, SCWelcome to Ernie's in Charleston, SC

On the last day of my trip I remembered the recommendation and drove off in search of Ernie’s. Apparently it is a word-of-mouth operation – they have no web site, don’t advertise or even have any signage to indicate that you’re there. In a conversation with the desk clerk at the hotel in which she asked what places I had been to, I mentioned that I was having lunch at Ernie’s and her response was forceful and immediate: “How do YOU know about Ernie’s?”. It is so elusive an establishment that I drove past it twice while verbally berating my GPS for losing me in a residential neighborhood. I briefly considered a return trip to 82 Queen for another bowl of she-crab soup when I saw someone walk out the door with a plastic bag with what looked like a Styrofoam to-go container inside.

Part pig, part lima bean, all deliciousPart pig, part lima bean, all delicious

The interior is as plain and unassuming as the storefront; faux foliage hung from latticed walls, lit by bare florescent bulbs on the ceiling. A hand-made “Ernie’s” sign on what looked like a palmetto leaf painted white at the end was the only indication that I was in the right place; as a walked in the few patrons and staff in the restaurant looked up, waved and flashed a smile. There were no menus to be had, but a board behind the counter listed their regular offerings which included turkey necks, fried chicken and other dishes in my comfort range. I ordered the lima beans and took a seat after following the recommendation to have a homemade sweet tea to accompany the meal.

Lima beans and pork neck and tails over riceLima beans and pork neck and tails over rice

A dish of fragrant rice arrived at the table first, followed by one of the most beautiful sights of my life – a big bowl spilling over with a manly portion of slow cooked lima beans covering huge chunks of pig tails and pork neck. I spooned the thick stew over the rice, watching as tender chunks of pork fell away from the bone. It is my belief that if Charleston had been hit with a category 5 hurricane at that very moment they would have found my lifeless body with a spoon in one hand, a pig vertebrae in the other and an ear-to-ear grin. The sweet tea was the perfect beverage to chase the food and when my server returned to ask if I wanted desert I declined, presiding over a plate of skeletal porcine remains.
How Ernie has managed to keep the place a well-kept secret since their opening in 1982 is beyond me, but I’ll never regret the geographic challenge it took to make Ernie’s a part of my Charleston itinerary.  Next quest: finding Waldo’s…

Ernie’s Restaurant
64 Spring Street
Charleston, SC 29403
GPS Coordinates: 32°47’31.57″N 79°56’36.26″W

 

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

Read The Minty’s take on the banh mi crawl in L.A.’s Chinatown

 

19th Annual Taste of Solvang / Solvang Centennial Celebration
Solvang, California

The relatively new Solvang Brewery Company beneath the windmillThe relatively new Solvang Brewery Company beneath the windmill

When Solvang, California was incorporated in the Santa Ynes Valley by three Danish educator expatriates in 1911 it could have passed for any other fledgling west coast town at the time. It was important to them that they maintain some sense of their own culture, while over a period of time assimilating into the mélange of humanity that is America. By the late 1940s, Solvang had become a Rockwellian paradise that became the focus of a story in the Saturday Evening Post which brought tourists in by the Studebakerload. With the hamlet’s Danish roots exposed, the town decided, “If we’re Danish, we’d better start looking Danish”. All new construction focused on adopting Danish Provincial architectural style and the older remaining buildings were given Scandinavian facelifts. While Solvang doesn’t yet have its own food truck serving Danish tacos, it has blended a variety of cultures into a thriving little city, all held together with Danish glue.

A taste of Solvang from a dog perspectiveA taste of Solvang from a dog perspective

The merging of cultures is important to take into account when attending A Taste of Solvang, a city-wide festival that has been held there since 1992. What made the 2011 event special was that it was held in conjunction with the city’s centennial celebration. Over a weekend in March, the event was held in three parts: a wine and dessert reception on Friday night, a Walking Smörgåsbord and wine tasting tour that featured 38 stops in and around town on Saturday, and a BYOP (Bring Your Own Picnic) in Solvang Park where you can eat your own smørrebrød until you keel over or reach hygge. The Walking Smörgåsbord seemed like a good bet – you could get in enough walking to work off those three æbleskiver that seemed like a good idea at the time. Each foot soldier was handed a placemat-sized map which essentially served as “admission” to the event; vendors would then stamp, sign, scribble or otherwise mark on the map that you had partaken of their little bit of Denmark.

Some of the thousands of bakery items at Olsen's Danish Village BakerySome of the thousands of bakery items at Olsen's Danish Village Bakery

The first stop served as a reminder that a “taste of Solvang” did not necessarily equate to “a taste of Denmark”; at Lemos Feed and Pet Supply, smörgåsbord hoppers were treated to a choice of what looked like homemade cookies… or dog biscuits. The store employee staffing the visitor’s table looked at me like I had two heads (or a wagging tail) when I asked if the doggie treats were fit for human consumption – he responded that they were baked locally using natural ingredients, which did not include anything I normally eat at my friendly neighborhood charcuterie anyway. It should come as no surprise that I passed up the cookies and went full bore after the dog biscuits. The crunchy treats had a taste not unlike Ry-Krisp crackers and left me with whiter teeth but the urge to urinate on the fire hydrant. Stop # 2 (technically # 26 according to the map) dealt with more human treats – the popular Olsen’s Danish Village Bakery was handing out samples of Danish kringles. Olsen’s version is the Americanized one – a multi-layered snack made primarily with pastry dough filled with almond paste, raisins and custard and cut into squares, then topped with sugary icing (the Danish version is more akin to a soft pretzel). In addition to the basic kringle, they also offered one with cherry filling (and topped with chocolate icing) as well as an apricot version, but I opted for the old tried-and-true. While I ate my desert, I surveyed the wide variety of breads and pastries baked on the premises, including plastic buckets of Danish cookies, but gawked in amazement at what was being billed as merengue chicks – essentially, the Andre the Giant of the Peeps world.

Danish medisterpølse sausage from Paulas Pancake HouseDanish medisterpølse sausage from Paulas Pancake House

Solvang Brewing Company (making its home under one of the famous windmills) was offering pours of their IPA and Windmill Wheat (essentially a Belgian, yes Belgian) wheat beer. I opted for the latter, a sturdy cup with hints of orange peel and nutmeg – at 4.4, it was relatively harmless, although I had to wonder if the IPA’s mule-kick 7.9 percent had an equivalent on the Richter scale. This was the first indication that we were entering non-Danish territory; other vendors were offering pasta, olives, Italian sausage, and smoked brisket decidedly un-Scandinavian but made, grown or prepared locally. We seemed to fare better when sticking to the traditional; Paula’s Pancake House had a crock pot full of segments of their famous medisterpølse which locally-made using a 30-year old recipe. Medisterpølse is a Danish pork sausage that in the case of Paula’s version has a dense consistency created by running the meat through the grinder three times. Allspice, clove, onion and garlic are added to the mash and the result is lightly spicy and bursting with flavor.

Sliced meatballs from Red Viking Restaurant for a Taste of SolvangSliced meatballs from Red Viking Restaurant for a Taste of Solvang

Several restaurants did their own takes on meatballs; Red Viking served frikadeller, small pan-fried meat ovals served typically without an accompanying sauce, topping or gravy. The meat cakes were sliced lengthwise and skewered with toothpicks, but when pressed for ingredients the servers weren’t completely sure what was in them. Bit O’ Denmark featured their signature dish, a tiny round meatball with brown gravy that seemed more Swedish than Danish, served alongside a dollop of cooked red cabbage. Although Bit O’ Denmark is the oldest restaurant in town and resides in one of the earliest buildings that once housed a church, participants were led into a plastic-enclosed patio to sample the meatballs which took away slightly from their historic Solvang pedigree.

The smörgåsbord at Red Viking Restaurant in SolvangThe smörgåsbord at Red Viking Restaurant in Solvang

Not to be outdone by Olsen’s, Mortensen’s Bakery handed out sugary cinnamon crisps, baked swirled disks of crumbly, crunchy sweetness. These pastries were being distributed at a table next to the Greenhouse Cafe’s “open faced sandwich” (essentially a triangle of buttered pumpernickel bread topped with a piece of Havarti), and if you so desired, they’d pop the top off a bottle of Carlsberg to wash it down. By far, the longest lines in town were for the Danish holiday favorite (the aforementioned æbleskiver) at the delightfully generically-named Solvang Restaurant. If you never had one, visualize a round pancake – that’s essentially what it is. The batter is poured into a greased pan with hemispheric, golf ball-sized indentations where it is turned until it takes on its round shape and golden brown color; the golden ball is then coated with a raspberry jam and then sprinkled with powdered sugar.

A freshly made jam-coated æbleskiver from Solvang RestaurantA freshly made jam-coated æbleskiver from Solvang Restaurant

You would think that devouring all these samples would do a Siegfried and Roy on one’s appetite, but it seemed that all that walking whipped up an appetite that only the smörgåsbord at Red Viking could put down. About a pant size higher by the end of the day, I felt more like I ate Solvang than tasted it. Although the Taste of Solvang event is annual, check their website to see if they will be staging the same type of event; if so, it is a great way to sample different foods and get to know Solvang while you’re at it. I believe next year they’ll be featuring mermaid on the menu.

Olsen’s Danish Village Bakery
1529 Mission Drive
Solvang, CA 93463-3634
GPS coordinates: 34°35’45.94″N 120° 8’39.36″W

Paula’s Pancake House
1531 Mission Drive
Solvang, CA 93463
GPS coordinates: 34°35’46.00″N 120° 8’38.72″W

Solvang Brewing Company
1547 Mission Drive
Solvang, CA 93463
GPS coordinates: 34°35’46.32″N 120° 8’36.68″W

Mortensen’s Bakery
1588 Mission Drive
Solvang, CA 93463
GPS coordinates: 34°35’44.41″N 120° 8’31.17″W

Fresco Valley Cafe
442 Atterdag Road
Solvang, CA 93463-2731
GPS coordinates: 34°35’41.09″N 120° 8’31.63″W

The Solvang Restaurant
1672 Copenhagen Dr.
Solvang, CA, 93463
GPS coordinates: 34°35’40.73″N 120° 8’22.13″W

Bit O’Denmark
473 Alisal Rd # A
Solvang, CA 93463-3739
GPS coordinates: 34°35’43.10″N 120° 8’18.17″W

The Red Viking
1684 Copenhagen Drive
Solvang, CA 93463
GPS coordinates: 34°35’40.36″N 120° 8’20.90″W

GALLERY: See images from Val’s visit to Solvang, California for the19th Annual Taste of Solvang festival

Listen to Eddie Lin’s segment on A Taste of Solvang on KCRW’s Good Food

NOTE: This cost for this event was provided by the the event’s organizers (with the exception of the meal at Red Viking). The content provided in this article was not influenced whatsoever by the organizer of the event.

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