Sunglasses and Advil, and the Grand Central Market was mad real. We’ve all had those nights where we’ve let loose, and maybe a little too loose. You wake up the next morning craving something that clogs your arteries in the best way possible. We’re thinking comfort food, yes please.
After Melissa’s grad party, Mel woke up with the craving for eggs, cheese, and bread. If you know Mel, you know she loves a good mission. That morning Melissa decided she was going to check off the DTLA Eggslut from her ever-growing “Places To Eat” list.
Hopped out the Mini, walked our asses over to Grand Central Market tucked away in between the busy blocks of Downtown Los Angeles. At first glance we were overwhelmed by the plethora of eateries ranging from rustic Latin American cuisines to well-known Jewish delis and everything in between. The original reason for our mission was Eggslut, which Melissa has been drooling over for over a year and a half. They literally had a line that wrapped around the market walkways for what seemed to be miles. Before committing to the line, we decided to explore what the market had to offer since it was out first visit. Beyond every corner and turn was another stand that caught our attention. Each one of these vendors having a special uniqueness like a historical presence or an interesting new-age twist on street food.
Circling back to Eggslut, we couldn’t help but to peek at what others had ordered. The most popular items were the “Eggslut,” a coddled, poached egg, and a room temp cup of freshly squeezed orange juice. Mel decided on the “Fairfax” sandwich with soft scrambled eggs and chives, cheddar cheese, caramelized onions and siracha mayo in a warm brioche bun. Melissa practically made out with her sandwich, lipstick smothered on her face and all. Her favorite part about the sandwich was the brioche bun covered in cheddar cheese and the sprinkle of heat that came from the sriracha mayo, and to top it all off she got to wash it down with refreshing orange juice. With it being about an hour past noon, Breea had her eyes set on the classic, “Cheeseburger.” It had ground american wagyu beef, caramelized onions, bread and butter pickles, cheddar cheese, and dijonnaise, topped with scrambled egg, in a warm brioche bun with an addition of avocado (yes we know its extra; insert emoji throwing money here). With a serious love of cheeseburgers, there is no doubt that this burger is top five on Breea’s list (mind you, she doesn’t even really like eggs)! The whole sandwich was super soft and rich in flavor. You shouldn’t be surprised when we tell you she grabbed a fork to make sure she didn’t miss a bit.
With very satisfied stomachs in tow we headed towards the other side of the market to snag a couple of pupusas that we watched the couple behind us devour standing in line. Breea has made these a couple times and can’t resist good Salvadorian food. It took us a minute to figure out what kind of fillings we wanted and we began to crave them the more we watched them being effortlessly made and flipped on the flat top as cheese oozed out. When the order was ready and a slight suspicion that our car meter was about to run out, we left the market dragging our feet with a promise to ourselves to return. It is safe to say, The Grand Central Market has definitely found a home in our stomachs…see you again soon!
