Los Angeles, like any other large city, is infinite in its culture. I’m not going to pretend I could tell you exactly what the city has to offer this summer, but I can tell you what I’m fantasizing about right now. First is a chase-no, a hunt-I’m hungry. My prey is one of the fleet of Los Angeles’ taco trucks.
Students of UChicago probably have some sense of what a taco truck is. It’s a wonderful mobile restaurant that just hates your cardiovascular health. You might be wondering why I’d fantasize about this when an image of my prey is just feet from my home in the Regenstein Library. The kind of taco truck I’ll be tracking, however, is different. There are no QR codes or tracking websites; each truck is a rogue. There are no curfews; even in the middle of the night, a good taco truck tracker will find one. There are no limits; every truck is a gamble, but it might just end up being the greatest meal ever.
There’s a store in Wicker Park called Crossroads Trading Co. It’s in LA, and it’s in my heart too. Purchasing a couple of pants at Crossroads a year ago inspired me to spend every Friday evening of my last summer dining at In-N-Out and finding new thrift stores. I often like to say that thrifting is a soul-searching experience because you must be both open and aware of who you are.
I understand that this is a pretty polarizing topic, but I like (500) Days of Summer. Fortunately for me, a lot of it took place in Los Angeles. I’ll be spending more than one day oscillating between finding these locations and drinking tea at Chado Tea Room, in preparation for the time when I actually have someone to spend such a day with.