ink.sack
8360 Melrose Ave, Ste 107
Los Angeles, CA 90069
Michael Voltaggio is one cool customer.
I found out about the existence of Ink and Ink Sack late in my trip-planning game, so the restaurant will have to wait for my next visit to LA. If ink.sack is any indication at all of what’s in store, I cannot wait.
I ordered two sandwiches, the cold fried chicken and the Jose Andres. The Andres waited until I was at the airport and famished, and was a great interpretation of a cold cut sandwich. I especially loved the goaty note of the manchego which played well with the various cured meats.
I ate the cold fried chicken for lunch. It was spectacular. The name is perfectly descriptive of the intent: last night’s fried chicken, probably sneakily eaten at midnight. I was all smiles after the first bite.
The sides should not be overlooked. The crab chips, potato chips seasoned with Old Bay, are delicious. Crisp kettle-style potatoes with a beautifully complex seasoning.
And then there were the pork rinds.
I have a bit of a love-hate relationship with pork rinds, having spent a few months of Fridays subsisting on them at game night. They were convenient, low-carb, and not tasty. I eventually gave up on them. Gave up, that is, until 4505 in SF turned me around. I can pay no higher compliment, therefore, than to say that Ink Sack’s chicharones compare quite favorably to, and remind me a lot of those from 4505. Sweet notes, spicy notes, all bathed in lovely pork fat. If I wasn’t from out of town, I’d be buying many bags of them.
I’ll be back next time I’m in LA, no doubt.
