Saturday, as you may know, was formally declared Pi Day by the US House Representatives. In unwitting celebration of the day, I went to brunch at the Four N 20 in Valley Village with Metblogs’ own Lulu of the Lotus Eaters. (The celebration was unwitting because it had been so long since I visited there, I remembered it merely as the “4 & 20 Diner” and sort of forgot the emphasis on pies and the fact that the servers’ shirts are embroidered “4 n 20 π.”)
The point, though, is not about pi or pie, per se; the point is about lox. Lulu ordered lox and eggs and onions, and then proceeded to annoint the melange with hot sauce. WTF?
Here I need to digress again and say that my purist reaction to watching this food mash-up made me regret having missed the Jonathan Gold Zocalo panel on food authenticity. I may have to take the time to watch it online. I hadn’t really realized I cared about the question of whether food can be authentic until I witnessed the hot sauce incident. And this from a man who mocks his partner for putting catsup on latkes (which of course, is also treif methinks). I may be perfectly okay with mixing meat and milk–in fact, I loves me some bacon cheeseburgers–but hot sauce and lox?? I love LA for its promiscuous mixing of all things, but am I alone in thinking we have to draw the line somewhere? Oy vey.