Follow us:

Explore More Cities › +
Discover the unexpected in the Los Angeles Area. Explore All of Los Angeles
Restaurants & Bars 5

Trip Report - Hollywood today.

bishopsbitter | Oct 13, 201304:02 PM

Sometimes you should go with your instincts. I did not like the name “The Pikey” from the get go as it made no particular sense (to me at least) as to its allusion. Then I also scoped it out 1130 onwards and the lunchtime crowd was little in evidence.
Nevertheless I ventured in, because I wanted to try their much-vaunted “Traditional English Sunday Roast.”
Well, there was the first problem. The main tradition of the traditional British Sunday Roast is that it is served at lunchtime. I was told (to my immediate disappointment) that the roast was not “on” until 3pm.
I could still have salvaged the situation by relocating, perhaps to the King’s Head II over the Hollywood Hills a ways. But (like Captain Scott) I let that final chance slip by me as well.
I had some of their porter (only three tap beers) and it wasn’t horrible. I had a dozen of their oysters which were fresh and fine enough. Even quite well priced (even though tiny oysters) at $15.
But I let the bar-tender’s recommendation of the pork belly sandwich draw me in, and I wish (as I sit here with still churny stomach) I hadn’t. Trendy, yes. Pork with sour greens. Tasty . . . No! Tasteless and with a truly unpleasant juxtaposition of textures: the slightly slimy pork belly, and the ultra crisp bread, and a glutinous and tasteless spread on the bread.
Then I switched to Prosecco and it was as dead as Jimmy Hoffa in the glass. “Aren’t there enough bubbles?” asks the bartender, as he saw me perusing the glass, clearly having some sort of elective sight disorder as clearly there were absolutely NO bubbles. I couldn’t be bothered to make a fuss but it was horrible drink combined with horrible food.
A man I took to be the owner showed up and seemed to hover slightly menacingly (I think towards the staff mainly) at the end of the bar, not exactly exuding good “Mein Host” vibes, either.
Breakfast was at Nick’s Café downtown, and that was fine. Coffee hot and strong. Friendly and good service. A first was the coffee I had half drunk being thrown away and a complete HOT refill provided. No half measures (especially of lukewarm coffee) at Nick’s. The ham and eggs were good. The ham is a sweet cure, but it somehow feels (which not my favorite style of ham) right for the old-school ham & eggs genre.
So with that and a Pink’s dog with kraut and onions mid-morning, day so far was not a total loss.
I am staying near a place called Steven’s Steakhouse in Commerce. I wonder if it is any good? Clearly long-established and old school (at least in appearance as I drove by just now) which I happen to like. Obviously some good Mexican in this area I drove by too.
Yes, The Pikey . . .me no Likee.
If anyone has + or – about Steven’s or other Commerce Chow I’d love to read them before venturing out tonight.
Thanks for reading.

Want to stay up to date with this post? Sign Up Now ›
Log In or Sign Up to comment

Recommended from Chowhound

Plan your meals around fall premieres with TV Guide