Flying Pig Cafe (CLOSED)
GD Star Rating
A Little Tokyo discovery that’s doing it’s own thing, it’s own way…and wants to take you along for the ride.
What is it Little Tokyo?
What is it about you that draws me in, calls to me, makes me want to eat there…like all the time?
Why are all my happy places: Wurstküche, Far Bar, placed within your happy, wondrous borders?
Might as well put it up front, I loved the Flying Pig. Loved it. I wanted to take up residence. See if they had a cot in the back where I could sleep. I did not want to be separated from the good good time I was having here.
Maybe I should explain a bit. I once had a happy place way the heck over in Arcadia, it was Tokyo Table. It served what can only be called Japanese style Tapas, small plate eating, but Japanese style. Realistically, it was a Izakaya, a place to stay, drink and have a good time. And Lord I loved it. And Lord did it hurt when it folded.
So the Flying Pig Cafe is finally, finally a place that comes close to matching it’s wonders. And in some key ways, it surpasses them.
You walk in, and…there’s the feeling of place you’d find in a College Town. I guess that’s the fact that Flying Pig pulled a screen down and was showing the USC game, and group of girls (five out of six in USC gear). Can’t complain too much. They were into the game, and into what they were ordering.
My kind of women.
I have no idea what they were ordering, but Beer was involved, a lot of beer. That struck me as a particularly good idea, so I got my own. And I was happy for it. This is a beer drinking place. This is a relax and watch the game place.
But what am I saying? I’m making Flying Pig sound like a Sports Bar. It was…but only for that night, and maybe a couple of other selected nights during the year. It’s really a place to come and relax, what a good Izakaya should do.
I’m going to be darkening their doors a lot in the future. You should too.
WHAT SHOULD I GET?: You’re getting the Duck Fried Rice. Trust me, you thank me for it later.
It’s a lovely bowl of duck confit, some veggies and…of course…an egg. That along makes it wonderful, but there’s a dash of…what? I’m not sure. It may be Sriracha, but it tasted a bit sweeter than that.
Anyway, the bowl sent me to a happy place. Do we have a challenger for my new happy place, supplanting Wurstcuche?
Ehhh, not yet. But it came damn, damn close.
Besides the Duck Fried Rice, I also love me anyplace that has Bao Buns. Now they come in several varieties, but I dove in for the Pork Belly. What made these special was the addition of Japanese pickles. So imagine: soft, sweet steamed bread, a hunk of fatty, buttery pork belly, and sweet and sour pickles. Come, you know want that. EVERYBODY should want that.
IMPORTANT SAFETY TIP, PEOPLE: For some reason, this place is closed on Sunday. Don’t know why? But it really, really, really sucks..for me. Because for some reason, every time I think about this place. Every time I get in a mood to drop what I’m coin and head over to the Flying Pig for a meal…it’s on a Sunday.
PARKING: Consult the Little Tokyo Parking Map, but realistically, you’re looking at $7 bucks…someplace. Flying Pig is in a Condominium Complex with it’s own Parking Structure, so…I wouldn’t do that. The closest place is the Little Tokyo Complex, just a half block away.
Flying Pig Cafe
141 S Central Ave
Los Angeles, CA 90013
Tel: (213) 621-0300
Monday-Friday: 11:30 am – 2:30 pm
Monday-Thursday: 5 pm – 10 pm
Friday: 5 pm – 11 pm
Saturday: 12 pm – 11 pm
CLOSED SUNDAY (Aiigh!)