A vast open-air street affair, it buzzes with around 90 farmers, 30 baked goods suppliers and more food vendors than you could shake a hoe at. This is sheer fresh food heaven. I picked up fresh linguine straight from Mama and a kicking and screaming lobster direct from Santa Barbara. I couldn’t resist a loaf of organic bread and trio of Greek dips; Skorthalia (garlic puree), eggplant with walnuts and classic Taramosalata.
Next was a bunch of fresh Californian-grown camomile pretty enough to pop in a vase, and some mushrooms so gorgeous they looked more like coral than vegetable. For lunch it was a fresh watermelon juice, melt-in-the-mouth French crepe with strawberries plucked from the garden that morning and for dessert, a thick slice of apple and cinnamon cake fresh from the oven.
The Hollywood Farmer’s Market is an exile from average on main street.