Anarbor Tour Blog
Another week on the road, another update from my friend and yours Dave Melillo! Check out what Dave’s been up to as Anarbor headed west on the End of the World Tour with Mayday Parade, We The Kings, and The Downtown Fiction:
Since the last time we conversed, I made it to the West Coast. Therefore, I actually have something to write about this week. My diet in the Midwest consisted of Subway sandwiches (eww) and baked potatoes from Wendy’s (eww-er), while my diet on the West Coast was slightly more diverse. Let’s start in LA:
LA is a whole new world for a vegetarian from the East Coast. Almost every single restaurant is vegetarian-friendly, and the massive amount of eateries in the city keeps prices relatively tour-friendly. After sound check at the El Rey Theatre, I felt like devouring a veggie burger. So naturally I did some research and found two competing burger joints within walking distance: Umami Burger and Obo Burger. I decided on Obo Burger and ordered the Mad Veggie burger, which lived up to its name. Eight dollars and 15 minutes later I was mad at the brown sack full of grease and the subpar, sloppy veggie burger I received. To make matters worse, on my walk back I passed right by Umami Burger, which was overflowing with customers and general dankness.
We kept moving up the West Coast to Portland, Oregon: the only place in America with more hipsters than Brooklyn. Regardless, I had one of the best meals in my life at a place called “East Side Deli.” I chose the vegan BBQ sandwich over options such as the Freuben and the VegiCajun. Consenus: dank city.
Seattle was up next, and I was determined to eat noodles. I recruited one of my carnivore crewmates to take a trek to a place called “In The Bowl,” which was right around the corner from El Corazón. My iPhone doesn’t account for vertical mileage, so after five blocks of uphill ascension my hamstrings were burning and I was desperately hoping this place was worth it. Consensus: double dank. I went with Spicy Coconut Milk Noodle, and I was beyond impressed, pleased, satisfied, etc.
The trip down the hill was easier, by the way.
Last stop, I promise: Salt Lake City. After my triumphant find in Seattle, my homie decided to join me for lunch in SLC. I sought out a swanky coffee place called “The Rose Establishment” that was located right behind a barricade of homeless people. The surroundings did not speak for the food (or coffee), as my friend and I put our male egos aside and shared a scone—yeah, a rosemary-cranberry-chocolate scone. IT WAS THAT GOOD.
I am being banished back to the middle of the country and then onward to the East Coast. However, I will perform my due diligence and report back to y’all at least once more before the tour wraps.