This Anaheim institution just got a new paint job, but those wonderful, flaky, steaming, oozing chicken pot pies still remain, served by the same waitresses who wore poodle skirts during the Eisenhower years. How could you want anything more?
La Palma Chicken Pie Shop
This 100 Favorites Dishes feature is all about comfort foods for this writer. Granted, I include tacos de tripas and fish pho in that category, but it also embraces American classics like chicken pie. In Orange County, old-school American chicken pie is synonymous with La Palma Chicken Pie Shop. It's a historic coffee shop and […]
Visit the rest of Orange County's best damn dining guide at ocweekly.com/food, where it says “Where to Eat Now” on the right side of the screen. If there are any bugs with it, e-mail Gustavo at email@example.com with your complaints! DINNER FOR TWO: ¢ . . . . . . . . . . . […]
The following places employ guys and gals who remember your name after a couple of visits, refill your water without prompting and deserve a bigger tip than the measly 5 percent you leave, you cheap bastard. DINNER FOR TWO: ¢ . . . . . . . . . . . . . . […]
“Why don't you write about _____?” is one of the more common e-mails I receive from curious grubbers. Here's why: that “hidden gem” you raved about is so damn famous that to write about it would make me seem as unimaginative asOrange County Register food writer Tenny Tatusian (Ramos House Café, Tenny? Way to establish […]
Holes are our friends and, these days, so very necessary. One must protect one's holes against attack—gas mask, lead underwear. One is advised to have a hole to retreat to and, hopefully, another hole to retreat to and eat. The latter would be a hole-in-the-wall. Now everyone has a definition of what constitutes a hole-in-the-wall—they're […]
Photo by James BunoanShameless self-promotion: in two weeks, this rag will publish its annual fantabulous summer food guide, 7,000 words on more than 100 of the finest county grubberies. I can't reveal the theme of our issue just yet, though—while the Weekly might be the journalistic equivalent of an exhibitionist, we're bigger prudes than Cotton […]