Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, Casablanca Restaurant is the most conflicted. The parking spaces are named after Bogey, Bergman and costars. A sign in the lot welcomes all comers to “Casablanca, Venice,” but another by the door [...]
Most contributors to The Eaten Path hail from California, so our stories from the Golden State traverse a wide berth of food memories, college town haunts, road trip meals, and tastes of everyday life.
San Diego, the San Francisco Bay Area, Los Angeles and Orange County figure prominently. Tacos, burritos, noodles, at least one poetic breakfast, and the holy In-N-Out burger light the way to our native appetite, where the gut instinct for food writing is less about the exotic than it is about the food that can’t be separated from the lives it sustains.