Summertime is Frutastime.

Frutas!It’s summer, it’s hot out, time to celebrate with hands down one of the best things about living in Los Angeles. Street corner Frutas vendors. Long time readers will know I like to dedicate a large portion of each year to singing the praises of Frutas and this year will be no different. If you are unfamiliar with it, that’s the saddest thing I’ve heard all day, and you should make your way ASAP to one of these fine fruit chefs and throw down some cash ($4 or $5 depending on the size bag you want) and walk away with a mixture of fruity goodness that’s too big for you to eat on your own. I just bought a $4 bag and it must have weighed 3lbs, I walked home with it, barely finishing half the bag and I’m already full. This stuff rules.

7 thoughts on “Summertime is Frutastime.”

  1. This guy may be ok as he as least partially gloved.

    Having caught our pal HepA a few years ago and the likely culprit tracked down to one of the street venders I can’t stress enough you get one who is licensed or at least looks like they are handling food properly.

    According to my doc at Kaiser this is a common source of HepA in metro LA.

  2. I’ve never seen a Frutas vendor not wearing gloves, and in fact they change them after almost every order even if only because sticky fruit juice makes it near impossible to manage the fruit as quickly. I think there’s probably a world of difference between these guys and someone selling fruit out of the back of a car or something. I’ve been in line for this with plenty of doctors and respectable folk.

  3. no kidding. If its just fresh fruit you wash your self when you get home, treat the stuff cut to order just a little suspect. I still grab them, I just kinda check to see if they are washing and up and cleaning in general. Its like running with scissors sometimes you have to do it even it you got cut once.

  4. Outside of Kaiser, huh? Sounds like a conspiracy theory to generate more business for the big K.

    One of these guys has a cart outside B&B Hardware in Culver City. You go in, get your screws & socket wrenches, you come out, get your papaya, now that’s what I call a productive afternoon.

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