Hek YYYEAH!, Sweet Nothings and Other HiJinks

Gee goLLy, lookit.  It’s a Chego tat.  ^__^  Looks like Hek beat Papi to it.

In case y’aLL don’t know who Hek is, he’s the dude who’s been adding aLL that urban jungLe artwork that’s been crawLing up Papi ChuLo’s arm over the past few months.

It’s super cooL if you look reaL cLoseLy.  Amidst K-Town’s OLympic BouLevard, there are these vines of an aLL-seeing green onion bLooming against sesame leaves.

Some peopLe where their hearts on their sLeeves.  Papi, on the other hand, is dispLaying his history.

Looks like your average, run-of-the-miLL KoGi fans, eh?

Nay.

So the story is this — we’re heading back from CoacheLLa at 2 in the morning.  Us KoGi gaLs are 40 miLes ahead of them, since the truck can’t traveL more than 55 mph.

We just hit the outskirts of LA after our 3 hour journey back when we get a caLL from YoungHo.

So YoungHo’s like, “Uh… the truck ran out of gas.”

“So, exit and get to a gas station.”

“Uh… it ran out of gas in the middLe of the freeway.”

“WHAT?!”

So we caLL TripLe A, but apparentLy AAA doesn’t cover springing for gas for taco trucks.  We’re coLd, we’re exhausted and sooooooooo not ready to drive 40 miLes backwards to deLiver a gaLLon of gas.

We get ourseLves to a gas station when aLL of a sudden we get another phonecaLL from YoungHo.

“GRRRR…. What IS it?!”

“Take it easy, take it easy,” YoungHo says, aLL chipper aLL of a sudden.

So, it turns out that there were some KoGi fans who just HAPPENED to be driving in the middLe of nowhere aLong that strip of highway that runs from LA to Indio.

They recognized the poor littLe truck puLLed over at the side of the road, popped out and offered to drive YoungHo on over to the nearest gas station and back to his truck.

Who are these four littLe angeLs?

KeLLy GottLieb, Edward Ochoa, Maria Arteaga and Tammy Sue. (AWESOME NAME, btw, TAMMY SUE.)

(( H U G ))

Thanks so much for baiLing Naranja/YoungHo out and for saving us girLs on the energy we might’ve utiLized in kicking his arse!

IN OTHER NEWS…

We’ve been recentLy amused and tickLed by the recent springing up of stemware at Chego.

SPEAKING of Chego, I just wanted to give y’aLL a sneak peak at some goodies we got for the week…

DUDES, y’aLL need to get you some Grub Lox.  It’s Pacific saLmon that’s been cured.  IN HOUSE.

Yes!

IN HOUSE.

I even gave the sLab of saLmony goodness my bLessing this past Tuesday before Papi put it under the contraption that’s supposed to perform some kind of aLchemy on the thing.

I just tried a teeny tiny piece yesterday before service and DUDE.  It is seriousLy… DUDE.

I know that things get dried in the curing process, but it was fatty, moist and packed with aLL this fresh-from-the-sea fLavor without being too fishy.  ALso, because of the naturaL fat content, it quite literaLLy MELTS in yer MOUF.

There’s aLso a lot of other goodies that go into the bowL, like the rice and furikake and greens, but that house-cured saLmon on its own is kiLLer — no, MURDER.

And lookee what Beth brought on over to Chego!  FRESH COCONUT CREAM PIE w/ raspberry preserves sLathered over the bottom crust.

It’s a mini coconut cream pie for two and made with REAL COCONUT CREAM.  None of that vaniLLa pudding junk w/ toasted coconut rained over the top like you get at most lazy diners and pie joints.

The sign of a great coconut pie is that the innards shouLd be creamy smooth, light and as heavenLy as angeL goop.  AND IT SHOULD TASTE LIKE FRESH COCONUTS, NOT LIKE VANILLA PUDDING and NOT LIKE THE INSIDES OF A MOUNDS BAR.  (As much as I adore a good Mounds bar.)

There’s onLy about 5-8 Beth can manage to bake in addition to aLL her other dessert duties, so make sure to snag one before our extremeLy limited quantities run OUT.

If you’ve ever been curious as to what REAL coconut cream pie ought to taste like, look no further.

Oh — and though there’s the addition of raspberry preserves to the aLL-butter shortbread crust, it actuaLLy adds a nice jammy, tart contrast to the fresh coconut.

ENJOY!

Love, tacos, house-cured saLmon and coconut cream pies,
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