I know this place has been hyped to death and was named one of the 10 best restaurants in L.A. by Los Angeles magazine, but it still seems like no one's ever there when we go, which is just about once a week. Perhaps that's because of the unsavory neighborhood and the fact that the entrance to the place looks like you're entering an abandoned building. Fear not -- once inside, the food is fabulous. I slather the homemade ketchup (a hint of cardoman?) on everything, but in particular the tuna melt. The meatloaf with fig gravy is outstanding, and the rotating soups and desserts are each exceptional. I can't wait for the daquiri pie and the cabbage soup to come back into rotation! I'm ambivalent about telling others to go because of the limited seating, but I can't bear the thought of the sisters who run it going out of business. Figueroa just below Avenue 57, in the former Mr. T's Bowl.