"It turns out food is a pretty good prism through which to view humanity."


In a similar vein, we lost another great one over the weekend: Jonathan Gold, the Pulitzer Prize-winning restaurant critic. Here's the LA Times (where he most recently wrote) obit by Andrea Chang:

With his suspenders, slightly rumpled button-down shirt, moustache and mop of curly strawberry blond hair, Gold was an easy-to-spot silhouette around town, peering through the order window of his favorite food trucks and sending chefs into near-panic when he would show up at restaurants unannounced.
Affectionately known as J. Gold, he explored L.A.’s endless culinary offerings in his beat-up green Dodge Ram 1500, racking up 20,000 miles a year as he traversed the sprawling city in search of his next great meal. It was typically found in places “jammed into a strip mall, sharing a parking lot with a doughnut parlor, a kebab house and a check-cashing emporium,” as he described Culver City’s Mayura.
“I loved that when I went out with him — and I think this was true for a lot of people — he picked me up in his ridiculously oversized and always on-the-ropes truck and he dropped me off, even if it meant he was driving across the entirety of Los Angeles four times in a night,” Meehan said. “The pre- and post-meal conversation in the truck was part of the Jonathan Gold experience, and it was not optional.”

If you haven't seen City of Gold, check it out. He was just 57 years old.


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