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Xeni Jardin at 9:57 am Thu, Apr 26, 2012
I can’t believe it’s been 20 years. I moved out of SoCal when I was a kid, and came back to LA for college at USC in the fall of 92. I remember walking around the neighborhood, especially up Vermont Ave, and seeing tons of burnt-out buildings. It was years before many of them were rebuilt.
I remember hanging out on the sidewalk one night waiting for a punk show to start at Jabberjaw, when the cops came up and started talking to me. I was used to being hassled by the cops and thought they were just telling me to move along, when I realized they were concerned about my safety as a white kid in that neighborhood.
When I left in 96, things were looking up. There was a shiny new Ralph’s at the corner of Vermont and Adams. I haven’t been back much since then, so it was great to read this piece and see the ongoing changes in the neighborhood through a foodie prism.
Yeah, a lot of people don’t remember that the riots extended to K-town, now hipster central of LA. Although maybe Gold merits unironic hipsterdom as apparently he really *was* living there before it was cool.
“It was like porno for foodies, porno for foodies, porno for foodies…”