Tender coffee rubbed roast beef sliced thinly with Challerhocker Swiss, Creole mustard spread; served with a coffee jus to plunge before each and every bite – which I could had alternately bathed in if I wasn’t in public.

Anything but a boar, Le Pig Mac from Cochon Butcher is a suid upgrade from Mickey D’s classic.

We took our victuals to the car where we could shame eat in peace; behind a sun shade that left no peering eyes to find us and air conditioning because we’re in a small car in late August eating donuts and rice dogs with more fervent energy than a toddler on a sugar rush. Hot Chip and Com Truise supplied the soundtrack.

The filling is rather paltry than poultry, but good in flavor. The dumpling itself has a nice chew, the seasonings used … are mild; allowing the flavor of the cabbage and onion to standout. A slight bit of ginger aftertaste was detected, but nothing to alert the troglodytes of Twitter to start a cancel campaign.

A greet from a welcoming face as you enter, a coterie of guests who are at once clique-free, casual and content, affable service, and when noticing the even friendlier rapport amongst front and back of house only perpetuate the good vibes served here. It’s the food, however, which ensures these feels are more than part of a trend-seeking hashtag.

I went into this excited. High expectations, really; my timeline inundated with pics of the ADB Biscuit Sandwich and Smoked Beef and Cheese since this follow-up to Here’s Looking At You opened its doors back in late November of last year. A sticky menu, dirty napkin & fork (ironically) and a concha with a hair on it quelled any further reason to feel enthused.

We were comped a broken slice of 'Dulce de Leche Banana Cream Pie' from our waiter, who either grabbed what was left in the pie tin, or so haplessly cut the piece out of urgency to see us leave that he would had better wanted us to not 'Eat Pie' as both the menu and glaring neon from the restaurant's dessert carousel suggests.

At $3.95, you get what you pay for: bread. The sandwich is thin on filling—far from loaded—but the pickled daikon, et al, are crisp, fresh and flavorful. The pâté is smooth and creamy; a decadence that should be sold by the pound.

Come with a party--preferably a group of early to mid-30s, out-of-work actors who dress and act the part of hipsters per request from Central Casting…

East Coast transplants like myself … are always on an unending, if not, unnerving quest for comfort that can only be brought on by good greasy spoon Chinese or the perfect slice of pizza. More on the former at another time, but for now let’s talk about a little gem of a place called Gracie’s Pizza.

Tucked away in the Melrose Hill section of East Hollywood is Marinate, Marinate; a health conscious, fast-food eatery for the slow-food movement offering gluten-free and vegan options.

Located in the Byzantine-Latino Quarter (sounds romantic, doesn’t it? It’s not, but should be), Dino's Chicken and Burgers is an LA institution amongst locals. An unassuming counter-serve option that calls attention to itself via a heady and inviting aroma of char-grilled smoke; leisurely billowing out over the parking lot as you enter. This is a taste buds yes moment.