I first encountered the Daily Dose some time ago when a then-lover took me there on sort of a field trip. We rode our bikes from the Historic Core snaking through Skid Row’s makeshift card board tents just to find this quaint little joint, tucked away in the Arts District. I was too caught up in the moment with the exhilaration of a budding romance to really appreciate the singularity of this gem. Yesterday I returned in the company of my aging dog and my notebook to give you an affidavit of approval.
The Café is nestled on a narrow cobblestone pathway off Industrial Street with vines creeping up on exposed brick walls and occasional film-shoots nearby. Without the later, one would think to be in congenial Provence. Vintage urban farm tables with industrial machine legs add even more mystique to the alluring courtyard.
Upon entering, two slightly timid baristas greet me. I remembered how a few months ago I encountered the same kind of offbeat characters behind the counter. It’s not that they aren’t nice-they are in their own way, but you truly have to stretch your ears to understand the language they speak –and they spoke English (tainted with freshly smoked weed). I look around and find Ernesto, the chef behind the counter – proud of his work. He flaunts two titillating plates straight into my face. I notice the café’s avocados behind the glass display. I know they aren’t organic since the PLU (product code) starts with a 4. (Organic produce starts with 9- in case you wondered). I am slightly disappointed, yet I keep hoping for a flawless experience.
After ordering I sit outside with my senior citizen of a dog who turns into a hyena and scavenges on some leftover bread on the cobblestones. My Buena Vista –Nutella Coffee with Almond milk -finally arrives and I can’t hide my appreciation. I am grinning from ear to ear after the first sip. My female reproductive organs pulsate with joy as I down half of the cup. Then my ‘Scramble’ arrives. The eggs could put the neighboring ‘Eggslut’ to almost shame. Ernesto is a magician. The scramble is perfectly moist and has just the right amount of thinly sliced scallions on top. The root veggies are squirted with sauce tomate to blow my mind.
The arugula salad I could care less about, the citrus dressing just doesn’t do it for me.Eggs with salad doesn’t do it for me, period. But the experience of sitting in a quiet land lagoon with birds performing their sprig quartet is beyond what I could ask for on a Thursday morning. An occasional airplane whizzing by would remind me that I was in a metropolis, but nothing could spoil the moment.
Would I return? Absolutely. Would I ask you to visit? I would pay you to do so! Take your mother, your lover, your dog, explore your city! This one is totally worth it.
1820 Industrial St, Ste 104
Los Angeles, CA 90021
Originally Posted on March 30, 2014