The concept behind markets like the one at Grand Central makes a lotta sense. In a city with real estate prices that soar beyond reach of many mom and pop operators, sharing space lowers everybody’s rents, and provides the consumer all these options to choose from. I was happy to have a hand pulled espresso and local ginger beer, as well as a Salvadorean pupusa, on an afternoon exploring the museums and shops of DTLA.
The cavernous indoor space was well lit and comfortable for a pit stop with snacks for everyone, from raw vegans to lovers of exquisite wooden huts that look like nutshells. Though GCM may not be LA in a nutshell, the market has many solid offerings, plenty of treats and goodies, and handful of total gems (pupusa me.)