Next up: garlic bread. Three out of four times I've had the garlic bread my socks blew off into outer space. So much garlic it hurts so good. I insisted to my dinning companions this was the best, but I believe they were let down and so was I. Maybe just an off night, so I would still give it another whirl in the future because the batting average has been good. Might just nudge the waitress next time to make sure they put extra garlic, like we are crazy or something.
We ordered one of the specials that night: gnocchi with ragu. The gnocchi was indeed heavy and slightly on the chewey side. The ragu was rustic and bursting with rich tomato flavor. Yet somehow none of us could focus on this gnocchi. We had our hearts set on something else in the future.
And here she is boys and girls...
And of course I saved room for one more slice, as well as one of my champion eater dinning companions. Bread Pudding. One of the best I've ever had. By far, the most generous slice I've ever had. Chocolatey, almondy, vanilla custardy, buttery goodness with a surprise in every bite. Some bites bitter sweet chocolate. Some had eggy custard. Some had yeasty sweet bread goodness (and I don't mean the organs everyone is eating these days). Masa never lets you down, always fills you up and sends you home with aluminum objects for later consumption.
Masa of Echo Park
1800 West Sunset Blvd.
Los Angeles, CA 90026