The name sounds like a cruel oxymoron, I know. But believe it or not, Hollywood actually is home to a sprawling four-block hub of local farmers pedaling fresh organic fruits and veggies. Bustling with people on Sunday afternoon, the market leaked wafts of earthy green sprouts, juicy citrus and sweet musky incense that hit my nose the moment I stepped off the metro red line. Ah new found nasal bliss! Near cured my hangover.
The market resembles an outdoor Pike Place, plus a street devoted to ready to eat entrees, most for under $7. Sadly, because Sky Vodka from the night before still sloshed violently in my stomach, I couldn't really muster the strength to go for one of the browned chicken and veggie kabobs letting off a thick savory steam from the grill in front of me. But next week, I vowed, I'll be ready.
I boarded the bus home with my Trader Joe's tote filled with peppers, onions, mango-nectarines and a spinach-like leafy green vegetable that seemed to be popular with the long-haired, tanned supermodel looking shoppers sporting long sundresses and gigantic sunglasses. All, I might add, for under $10.
I plan to return to my little Hollywood oasis next week.
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