I recently learned a long-lost cousin was living only an hour away. One problem: last I knew him, he was vegetarian. Luckily, he came to his senses and started eating animals again. Meaning we could have dinner. I suggested Elena’s, a phenomenal family run Greek-Armenian place that’s been in business since 1976. My cousin said he didn’t like Greek. But Elena’s isn’t ordinary Greek. So whether he wanted it or not, we were off.
Elena Petikyan’s restaurant resides in a residential section of Glendale, second only to Dearborn, Michigan, in population of Armenian-Americans. The exterior is lined with Christmas lights, even in July, and draped with a clear plastic tarp. Despite the spare decor, and just a dozen tables inside, they manage to prepare Los Angeles’ premier Middle Eastern food.
Regardless of your entree, you’re given a choice of soup or salad. Go for the soup, which is always lentil, and always delicious: lemony and refreshing, full of hearty legumes. Crumble on some fresh feta to maximize the experience. Cabbage, carrots, celery, and turnip highlight by a terrific plate of pickled vegetables, crisp and pink. A basket of store-bought pita, grilled and served hot, comes served with a container of house-made garlic butter.
I probably sound like a vegetarian convert, so I’ll get to the good stuff: luscious plates of cow, pig, bird and sheep. All meats are infused with a delicious, and mysterious, red marinade, their smoky flavor emanating from wood placed under coals. Quail come two to an order and taste much better, and cost much less, than any I’ve eaten at fancy restaurants. Pork chops were tender, lean, and infused with the same gift of spice as quail.
All I can normally handle is Armenian coffee, which is phenomenal, naturally rich and sweet, though this coffee is hardly “good to the last drop.” By the time you hit the espresso cup’s pit, you’ll find a delta’s worth of sooty coffee grounds.
Granted, dragging my cousin along to a restaurant he had no interest in probably wasn’t the best way to keep him from regaining long-lost status. But since that restaurant was Elena’s, I knew I had nothing to worry about. And judging by his reaction, looks like we won’t have to wait another four years to eat together again.
February 13, 2013 at 10:04 PM
You were sounding like a vegetarian convert… until we saw those boxes of tallow in the back that they probably fry the (delicious, delicious) falafel in 😉
February 13, 2013 at 10:28 PM
I don’t mind vegetarian food. Especially with our shared punchline, that Elena’s stocks beef tallow. I like this place even more than I realized, for more reasons than I ever knew.