The one LA trend I did not want to give into was the health craze. Everything there is organic, free range, GMO free, pilates. B.S., I say. But after a workout on Sunday morning I needed to stop somewhere before passing out and Kreation was the closest place I could walk into. It was pretty much everything I scoff at since they casually throw around the word “cleanse.”
Cold pressed juices are the biggest craze right now – so much so that they’ve made their way to hardened, cynical New York. I don’t see what the big deal is, but I knew I needed some sustenance after a workout combined with a hangover. I ended up not getting food because Albert called about meeting for lunch elsewhere just as I was placing my order. It looked good and vaguely Mediterranean inspired and I was a bit jealous of my neighbors’ additive-free grub. I did, however, get one of those juices and as skeptical as I may have been, found that it was just the detox I needed. My apple/strawberry/pear juice wasn’t one of the serious ones with cayenne or kale, but it was delicious. I guess I’ll have to admit that LA’s healthy attitude isn’t all bad.