I carved out a spare minute from catching a wedding in San Clemente and took the rails from Camarillo to Santa Anna. Then the 17th -Westminster Ave bus, a bitter sweet touching ride a requirement for anyone seeking office in this country. My bus mates pointed out that the numbers of the buildings change from town to town, so I showed them what I copied from the Hounders. Three of them got together and suggested better places with just about the same name. I felt a bit like someone in New York asking for Ray's Pizza. After eating I felt like I went not to any of the Ray's but to Di Fara's.
I ordered the roll your own pork and the cute little rice cups.The the roll platter with its small forest of fantastic greens came out I started to make my first roll when a friendly older gent approached my table, apologized for interrupting me but felt I would enjoy my meal more if I removed the plastic steamer liners I was rolling into my food. Probably right. After the second roll I realized I live 3000 miles in the wrong direction and a certain dejection took the edged off my high high food high.
Truly worthy of a detour even if you were going form Juno to Detroit
Question for the locals - Why was the place of this excellence near empty at lunch time?