LA Street Food Festival: That’s A Wrap!

I went.

I saw.

I more than conquered.

This past weekend, the 6th annual LA Street Food Festival went off with a major BANG, leaving myself (and probably every other attendee) in a delicious food coma, forced to uncomfortably waddle to the car.

The event, which took place at the infamous Pasadena Rose Bowl, boasted a stellar lineup of food vendors, craft beer and cocktails. Combined with VIP access the field, print-your-own-Instagram photos and live entertainment, I can personally say that THIS event is THE food event of the year, here in Los Angeles.

With over 100 vendors, it is sadly humanly impossible to sample each and every item. Unless you’re Takeru Kobayashi. But let’s face it: I aint no Kobayashi! I did, however, consume as much as I could possibly withstand, and then I had a little more. And after taking a short break, on my way to the exit gates four hours later, I ate some more. Followed by another michelada from the Michiemobil.

Some of my favorites from the food-filled day, originally shared on my Instagram feed:

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Poke and matcha popcorn from Sweetfin.

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Pulpo tacos from Mariscos. This was the BEST damn octopus I have EVER had. Seriously.

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Bull Taco… Watch out for their opening in DTLA. Amazing pork, bacon and jalapeño tacos!

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Mussel and uni sake shots. One of my favorites of the entire day!

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Raspberry and lemon donuts from Donut Friend. Small, but totally packed a flavorful punch! IMG_0567

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Best uniform award goes to: Kneady Bakery!IMG_0578

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Elysian had an amazing blood orange ale… do try some if you have the chance!IMG_0576

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These Kneady Bakery people have the marketing thing DOWN! IMG_0581

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Yep. Cookies and cream cotton candy. It was everything I never knew I needed in my life.

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Donut love with my sister… she chose the white stripes donut. IMG_0577

Curry chicken from Mama Musubi.

It was an event for the books, and I cannot wait until next summer, when I can stuff my face yet again with some of the best dishes in LA! Cheers!

LA Street Food Festival invited me to attend their awesome event. All opinions, like always, are my own. 

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About The Roaming Bean (109 Articles)
You're probably wondering what the heck is a "Roaming Bean"... Given that I am clearly not a Bean, and my name is Jen, what gives with this Bean thing, right? A friend of mine called me JenBean as a child, and it kinda stuck. Actually, it really stuck... even my license plate says Jenbean. And seeing as I have this grand lust to wander the world, The Roaming Bean seemed suitable. I've changed my career path more times than I have my underwear (minus all the times I've gone commando).... from animating, to forensic pathology, to international business, to fashion marketing and even to my wonderful and favorite of the bunch, degree in culinary arts, nothing kept my attention. Nothing was fun enough to do every day for the rest of my life. I mean, even though I cooked for celebrities in the heart of Hollywood, CA, why the hell would I want to sweat my ass off in a ridiculously HOT kitchen for most of the day and go home smelling like beef and onions? And the chef hat?? Do you know what that did to my hair?? Enter traveling.... The rainy day I descended down the tower of Notre Dame in Paris, gripping on to the railing for dear life so not to slip and tumble to an early death from the torrential down pour that was causing a small flood in the stairwell, my life changed. When I safely made it to the ground, legs shaky from an apparent lack of fitness it requires to walk up and down 387 steep stairs, I realized my hands were stained a delightful copper color from the rusted hand rail I had so dearly clung to. Desperate to get the icky stuff off my supple hands, and no running water in sight, I did what any other hopeless idiot would have done: I washed my hands in the nearest Parisian gutter. It was that moment that changed my life... I threw away my hair dryer, my rolling luggage and my dignity. I let my hair go natural, I bought a back pack and I CAMPED through Europe for a month and a half. Yes my friends, I crossed over into a savage traveling beast. Ok, a lot of people travel that way. But I didn't. And I'm so incredibly thankful for that rainy day in Paris that made me realize the world is a pretty sweet place. That realization led me on a quest; a quest to get out there, see things, soak up some local culture and eat my way around the world (with minimal food-related illnesses, such as but not limited to raging diarrhea).

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