Aron put me on to this spot. We were riding around in my stupid hot banana Porsche going to a 4th of July party at chef Michael McCarty’s crib. McCarty wasn’t even there, which was a flex. As we turned off Ocean onto the freeway, Aron pointed at Chez Jay and said, “You gotta go there. French dirtbag shit.” I took a mental picture and went back a few months later. When I saw that they had sand dabs on the menu, I literally pounded my fist on the table. I’m a big fan of flat fish,…
Eddie Huang Puts Us On to His Favorite ‘Dirtbag LA’ Spots
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