I find myself stymied for words to express how wonderful the place is. Perhaps the only fideo hut in the country? If this is what Mexicans eat as their cheap family meals that they have been hiding from the restaurant scene (I think Jonathan Gold claimed this), then they are an even more wonderful culture than I previously imagined.
It seems like the word is pretty much already out, but this place is worth the trek to Whittier. I overloaded my bowl of fideo with all manner of oddities from chicharrones to tortilla strips, garlic shrimp to cilantro chutney, plus chorizo and smoked sausage, and plenty of avocado. The depth of flavors and texture is remarkable. It all feels somewhere in between pho and boat noodles and kind of posole-ish, but humble, and insane all at the same time.
Their custom micheladas are also fascinating, and the appetizers seem well-executed and quirky judging purely from the other people around me.
But the bowls of fideo are just something else. One of the most unique, enchanting dishes in all of Los Angeles.
Anyone else been?