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Forage
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I like knowing that my food was humanely treated. Well, I don't mind knowing that my food was humanely treated. I mean, I don't want to know that it was NOT humanely treated. But I don't want to be friends with it. And I'm setting the bar pretty low with the term “friend” here. I have many "friends" that I couldn't tell you where they live. But Forage made damn sure I knew where my steak lived (up until it made its way to my plate). It's like, come on Forage. We're not "there" yet. Let me just eat the thing.
Farm-to-table dining is all the rage among rich pseudo-hippies these days, so naturally you can't throw an organic beet in Los Angeles without hitting one or two of them. The cafeteria-style Forage takes it to the next level: as you pick out your meats and veggies from the counter, you’re presented with a prominent list of the exact farms their ingredients were grown or raised on. You know, so you can compare them against that "humane farm rankings" list you keep in your pocket. This would come off unbearably annoying if the food wasn't so good. Damn you, farm-to-table morons. You got this one right.
The food is fresh. The recipes are amazing. And they will plate you a nasty-good plate of baked mac n’ cheese that is definitely not Whole30 Diet approved. You'll just have to go to a few extra yoga classes to make up for it.