I’m back lovely GeekGirlWorld readers!!! I’m sure you’ve been wondering “what happened to that one food girl or whatever.” I also bet you’ve been crying yourself to sleep every night hoping I would return. Long lonely nights wishing the sweet words of my stomach adventures would lull you to sleep…no? OK fine, whether you realized I was gone or not isn’t really the point. The point is I’m back!! Why had I forsaken you all? Well me, the food eater extraordinaire, came down with a nasty bout of Strep Throat and was placed on two rounds of antibiotics which resulted in the depletion of my helpful stomach bacteria. Sounds ok, but the result was constant barfing, cramps, and a super sexy distended belly. The fix was 2 full weeks of literally eating only yogurt, chicken broth, Gatorade, GoodBelly, and taking a strong probiotic pill. Wanna lose 5 lbs fast, just kill off all of your stomach bacteria! The plus side was I looked AMAZING, but was it torture…yes, yes it was. I would not wish such a fate on even my worst foe. Luckily I bounced back beautifully and managed to make up for all of my missed meals (and then some.)
I obviously have to talk about the elephant in the room. The previous week held one of our great nation’s most patriotic holidays; National Donut Day! National Donut Day is a celebration of all things we hold dear as Americans: fat, sugar, and freedom (to eat donuts and post the pictures on social media.) While I myself celebrated the holiday with 3 donuts I certainly did not want to write yet another donut post. So how does one celebrate such a beloved holiday without talking about the star of the celebration? By George I’ve got it! Let’s celebrate other things deep fried and sugary morsels together! My absolute favorite of donut like things was the Milk Toast from East Borough in Culver City. East Borough is a restaurant seemingly heavily inspired by the much talked about Portland restaurant Pok Pok. It is hipster, it is Vietnamese-ish but it is absolutely delicious. While East Borough’s decor has definitely upped the hipster factor I enjoyed my meal here almost as much as my meal at Pok Pok last year. The star of this particular meal was the Milk Toast, a sleeper dessert on a verbally recited 3 item dessert menu that consisted of 2 boring things that both were of the snot consistency variety (i.e. flan, panna cotta, crème brulee etc) and the Milk Toast. As I am not a fan of snot, we went for the Milk Toast. After anxiously waiting for my very very slow drip Vietnamese coffee to finish I dug into one of the most enjoyable desserts I’ve ever had. The East Borough Milk Toast consists of 2 deep fried pieces of brioche bread soaked in custard then deep fried, covered in cinnamon and sugar and is served in a pool of thick condensed milk. At the urging of our server we added a side of brown sugar whipped cream, a genius suggestion. While I’ve had versions of Milk Toast before I’ve never tasted one close to this. The result is a churro-donut-french toast-bread pudding hybrid; crispy on the outside, soft and almost gooey on the inside. I ate other things at East Borough that were also delicious, but that didn’t matter. I had some weird for of food induced temporary amnesia after eating this milk toast. Nothing else mattered anymore. Nothing except sweet, sweet milk toast.
Here’s a little known fact about me. I used to hate bread pudding. No really, it’s true! Bread pudding is now my absolute favorite dessert. Originally the texture and genral idea of bread pudding completely weirded me out. Mushy milky bread goop. Um no thanks, I’m good. What changed? It all changed when an LA restaurant (that is no longer open) served me and my food gang an order of donut bread pudding. I was not happy. Now I was going to have to pretend I liked this globbity goop and try not to vomit. Terrific. I pinched my nose and dove in. Wait this isn’t a weird gelatinous square with raisins in it (no seriously, that’s still gross, stop doing that.) This was a glorious gooey warm pile of soft donuts holes mixed with a creamy and thick crème brulee type custard, but not overly custardy, more like a light sauce similar to a crème anglaise (if you didn’t know that’s melted a fancy word for ice cream sauce.) This bread pudding was nothing short of magical. Since the restaurant closed I have been searching high and low for a similar bread pudding like experience. I have eaten plenty of awful bread pudding on my quest. Until I found BSweet I was unable to find anything even close. BSweet Dessert Bar is a sugar oasis on Sawtelle Blvd a.k.a the newly designated “Japantown.” BSweet rotates a collection of bread puddings weekly and can include exciting options like Twinkie, cornbread, salted caramel and my drug of choice glazed donut. BSweet also serves other sweet options like the Sluttiest Brownie, an oreo, chocolate chip cookie and s’mores stuffed brownie and the Halo, a warm ice cream stuffed donut. Don’t get distracted though, the thing they do best is certainly the bread pudding. BSweet serves 2 sizes of their bread pudding “Being Good” and “Being Bad” don’t kid yourself, the “Being Bad” serving is infinitely more filling than it apprears. The “Being Good” size is more than two of us could finish. While BSweet’s version of the glazed donut bread pudding is a bit too sweet and a little too dense but by far the closest thing to my original life changing bread pudding experience. Be sure to add a scoop of ice cream on top because…uh,ice cream, duh.