In L.A. we’re so goddamn proud of our food trucks.
Koji.
Grilled cheese. Just drive down Miracle Mile around noon and eat your heart out, everything from sushi to ribs to the good old roach coach burrito. But in L.A.’s sister city, Berlin (so says a sign in Griffith Park) their street food is a brilliant mouth orgy of curry-based sauce and sausages. Husband and wife owners Lena and Hardeep Manak were visiting their friend Haike Buentemeyer in Los Angeles and were shocked to find one of the world’s biggest cities sans Currywurst. Which brought me here, to
Berlin Currywurst, just 3 weeks after opening, behind the 5 shoe store in hipster Silverlake, donning my finest eastside fedora for a veal and pork kielbasa, all cut up and drenched with their hottest curry sauce and fresh bread.
It’s a pile of meat-eaters spicy heaven, perfect portions served with a side of homemade fries and onions and old-fashioned Jones soda like you drank before beer-drinking started ruining your life. It was hot, spicy, burning the tongue and the throat, opening the senses, the perfect blend of hot and tangy and meaty. The wife got beef with the #2 sauce (they’re ranked 1-4, 4 being the hottest) and ate beyond capacity, the perfect size lunch, especially once I finished the girl’s and dipped the fries in the extra sauce. A taste of Berlin in the heart of hipster country. Check it out now before it becomes the next line-out-the door skinny-jeans and too-cool for you L.A. eatery.
In L.A. we’re so goddamn proud of our food trucks. Koji. Grilled cheese. Just drive down Miracle Mile around noon and eat your heart out, everything from sushi to ribs to the good old roach coach burrito. But in L.A.’s sister city, Berlin (so says a sign in Griffith Park) their street food is a brilliant mouth orgy of curry-based sauce and sausages. Husband and wife owners Lena and Hardeep Manak were visiting their friend Haike Buentemeyer in Los Angeles and were shocked to find one of the world’s biggest cities sans Currywurst. Which brought me here, to Berlin Currywurst, just 3 weeks after opening, behind the 5 shoe store in hipster Silverlake, donning my finest eastside fedora for a veal and pork kielbasa, all cut up and drenched with their hottest curry sauce and fresh bread. 
It’s a pile of meat-eaters spicy heaven, perfect portions served with a side of homemade fries and onions and old-fashioned Jones soda like you drank before beer-drinking started ruining your life. It was hot, spicy, burning the tongue and the throat, opening the senses, the perfect blend of hot and tangy and meaty. The wife got beef with the #2 sauce (they’re ranked 1-4, 4 being the hottest) and ate beyond capacity, the perfect size lunch, especially once I finished the girl’s and dipped the fries in the extra sauce. A taste of Berlin in the heart of hipster country. Check it out now before it becomes the next line-out-the door skinny-jeans and too-cool for you L.A. eatery.
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