Photo Essay: L.A. Flea Market at Dodger Stadium

L.A. Flea Market

Dodger Stadium

1000 Elysian Park Ave

Los Angeles, CA 90012
(323) 224-1500

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I'm starting this post out with images of the vintage area of the flea market. Vintage clothing, furniture, jewelry and such have been a life long obsession.  In my twenties I dressed close to exclusively in vintage head-to-toe, worked at a vintage clothing store and spent much of my time scouring the scungiest local thrift stores for something amazing that would have cost a fortune at a real vintage boutique. I am shocked that I find myself longing for the days when I had more time than money.  If I only knew then there would come a day when the roles were reversed and the grass on the other side of that fence would look much much greener.  Le sigh.

Boots.

This display reminds me of Cheap Thrills, the store I worked at in Sacramento. Located in a run down Victorian house, we cluttered the front porch with insane looking mannequins in outrageous outfits. Sadly, they have since moved into a smaller space which has cost them some of their 1980's 21st Street glory.

Fell in love with this, should have bought it.

Wedding dresses.

Shabby chic, a decorating look that definitely had its day in my life, but now long gone.

Sheer cotton vintage dress with dingy Chucks. Loves.

Requisite new things for people who prefer to buy the unowned. Tupperware. I long for a complete set of Tupperware. Somehow, my cupboards are full of the disposable plastic ware that is popular these days. Doesn't have quite the same panache,

Cheap hotel art. Art that belongs in a cheap hotel, not saying the art itself is cheap.

The sacred.

The profane.

As a dog lover, I was thrilled dogs on leash were allowed in. I was saddened that it was so hot every single dog I saw was trying to find a shady spot on the pavement.  The little pads on their sweet paws must have been on fire. This guy came running out from under the car to give me a good tongue lashing which lasted all but 4 seconds before he ran back to save his feet from the brutally hot tarmac.

The Broken Numbers Band.

Their music was very decent countrified rock, and the boys were so adorable I could barely take my eyes off of them.

Climbing wall.

Go-carts.

And the food.  I had been wanting to try Fishlips Sushi forevers.

Celebrating their One Year Anniversary!

The fish was fresh enough but the flavors were meh,

Debbie Lee's Ahn-Joo was off the hook deliciousness. 

I know gastro trucks are no longer a new phenomena, and these days I do not go out of my way to seek out food from them. I am lazy and don't like to wait in line.  But the food we ate from Ahn-Joo was so delicious I would definitely stalk this truck all over town to try everything they make. Best food from a food truck I have eaten since Kogi pre-Kogi debacle.

Kim chee maki.  Rice cooked perfectly, just sticky enough and in no way soggy.  Kim chee and tamago wrapped lovingly into slightly oversized maki. The dipping sauce you see there actually came with the salad you see below.

Korean style beef salad with spicy pickled cucumbers. D and I inhaled this, almost coming to fisticuffs over the last bites. (Not really, but I love the term fisticuffs).  Debbie Lee herself was front and center of the truck, and she helped me choose my items. Rooting for her during her season of The Next Food Network Star, I was thrilled to chat with her. She liked my dress. :-D

I wanted a few balls from the audaciously monikered Meat Our Balls, but they had closed up shop by the time we got there. (About 3 PM).

The Ludo truck was serving up Ludo's infamous fried chicken, their business was slow and steady.

Fresh Fries.

Crepe'n Around.

I loved the way the Dosa truck was decorated.

21st Century karma.

I didn't even consider standing in line at the Border Grill truck, even though I adore Susan Feniger for how kind she was to my very pregnant chef stalkerazzi friend K.

Pizza by the slice at the Slice Truck.

And that's about all she wrote.