Thursday, January 19, 2006

The Magic Wok - Artesia - A Photo Superpost

I've written about this restaurant before. And as I've said in the earlier post, it's not to be confused with the Chinese take-out chain of the same name. This place serves up Filipino food. Great Filipino food.

In fact, not only is it my favorite place for enjoying the cuisine of the Philippines, it's on my short list of all-time favorite restaurants. Period.

It's owned by a motherly Filipina with a jolly face who always welcomes us warmly and dotes on us as if we were her own children.

Nevermind the stains on the ceiling tiles. Forgive the framed pictures perennially hung askew on the bare walls. Yes, her space is spare and the potted plants are plastic, but there's nothing fake about her food and hospitality. Here, it's all about substance, not style.

The food is the real deal; honest, home-style Filipino cooking done right by people who take a lot of pride in the cuisine, and with prices so low, it's almost criminal not to leave an overly generous tip.

We started with Lumpia Shanghai, which were egg rolls, pure and simple. But instead of being fat and bulky like the Chinese variety, it's long and slender, like a taquito.

Each bite gave up equal amounts of the thin, crunchy shell and that savory pork filling in a perfect balance of textures. I took them for a dunk in banana ketchup, a candy sweet concoction that comes in a bottle, and was in for a new addiction.

The next dish we ordered is both ingenius and insane. What else can I say about what is essentially pork fat, deep fried in...pork fat!

Depending on how one looks at it, it's either a cardiologist's worst nightmare or fondest dream come true. I can feel my chest tightening up and hear my arteries hardening just at the thought of it.

It's called Lechon Kawale. What is it? Answer: deep fried pork belly. Yes, you read that right.

Deep. Fried. Pork. Belly.

Nuggets of unsliced, uncured bacon, is first boiled in a spiced brine, and then cooked in boiling fat until the meat is crackly brown and the rind puffs up like a chicaron.

Each golden chunk possessed a crust that has an ungodly crunch, leading to salty crisped shards of pork, and a mushy layer of fat which felt like custard pudding except ten times as unhealthy. It's crunchy, sticky, salty, sweet, rich and decadent, while still being humbly simple.

As my eyes glazed over and my lips became greasy slick, my brain calculated how many slices of bacon each small piece equates to. The answer? About three. I consumed about five morsels of the lechon kawale that night. I'll let you do the math.

Hyperbolic descriptions aside, it's a great dish, but one that you cannot eat by itself.

To offset the pork fat assault, we ate Ampalaya (bittermelon), stir fried with, of course, pork. But small, lean bits of it this time.

The star of the plate, however, was the bittermelon, and it is true to its name. For those uninitiated to this humble Asian gourd, brace yourself. Its chemical bitterness is the ultimate of all the acquired tastes. Think of radicchio after a good soak in lye soap, and ratchet it up a few notches. That's bittermelon.

To say that it cleanses the palate is not enough. It's shock therapy for the taste buds. With a mouth-filling acridity that is oddly pleasant and off-putting at the same time, you wonder if the enjoyment comes from the sense of achievement one gets after being able to stand the flavor. The bitter taste is obviously the plant's self-defense mechanism trying to fight back.

Amateurs cooking this lethal melon would not know how to properly temper the bitterness. Eat a wrongly prepped bittermelon and you're liable to keel over, eyes winced, face all puckered.

We took comfort in knowing that Magic Wok's cooks prepared the gourd with a deft hand and a hot wok. Along with taming this beastly veggie's bitter bite, the wok gods of the kitchen have also blessed the dish with the unmistakable smoky aroma of wok hey, a key flavor which only adds to its appeal.

Next up was Calamares Prito, which were calamari rings, deep fried with a dense and crunchy coating of seasoned crumbs. Those dark granules of breading, which were caked onto the squid rings, delivered with each teeth-rattling bite, a concentrated flavor of garlic, salt, and spice.

Roughly cut green onions garnished the top, adding a splash of color and a grassy fresh, herby note. I drizzled a few drops of the garlic vinegar which is served along side and achieved levels of greatness never reached before by a plate of fried squid.

No meal at Magic Wok would be complete without a bowl of the sour pork soup called Sinigang na Baboy. This is a soup so zingy and tart that it wiped the palate clean of the grease left behind from the fried entrees.

The murky white broth, culled from simmered pork meat and bones, is punched up with tamarind pulp and citrus juice. A few cuts of daikon, green beans, onions, and other fresh vegetables are simmered in the soup along with hunks of tender pork riblets still on the bone.

Customarily, you consume this dish by dousing your rice with a spoonful of the soup and then dribble some patis (a pungent and salty fish sauce) onto the boiled meat before eating. I did this, but found that just sipping the soup straight up worked just as well.

Daing na Bangus is milkfish tail brined in salt, soy and spices. It's rigorously boiled in this seasoned brew inside a pressure cooker to render the species' many combs of tiny bones brittle and edible. Then, just prior to serving, it's dropped into hot, bubbling oil and cooked until the outside is crunchy and mahogany brown.

It arrived at our table with the tail curled up gracefully, like a snapshot of Flipper the dolphin, frozen in mid-jump.

As I dug in, I am reminded of how milkfish (bangus) was the staple of my childhood diet in Indonesia. It's a fish best suited for eating with a plate of hot steamed rice since the meat has a boldness that's perfect when paired with neutral side dishes. Its robust flavor puts to shame other bland, white-fleshed species like cod and seabass.

Our fried milkfish had a dense flesh which carried a slightly acidic tang with a mild, tart taste of yogurt. The rich and heady aroma of the fish, coupled with the seasonings used, made it another highlight of our dinner.

These fabulous dishes fed the five us until we were busting at the seams, but only totaled a little over $30. What a paltry sum for such an enjoyable journey through the food of the Philippines from an unassuming family restaurant in Artesia.

The Magic Wok
(562) 865-7340
11869 Artesia Blvd
Artesia, CA 90701


At 4:58 PM, Blogger Seth Chadwick said...


Wow! You have re-established my faith in Filipino cooking. The only time I had it before was in Las Vegas at a restaurant in a strip mall somewhere in the western part of the city.

It was terrible. I mean, so bad that I was physically ill for 24 hours. Eeesh. But what I had looked nothing like your photos. So, you have re-awakened my interest in Filipino food.

Great photos!

At 7:32 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey Elmo - Any tightness in your chest? Oh, the guilt associated with lechon kawale. but at least it wasn't Crispy Pata. I enjoyed the post. Find any Bicol Express yet?

At 9:41 AM, Blogger elmomonster said...


Sorry to hear that your first and last experience was regrettably bad. So I'm glad you'll going to give it a second chance. Filipino food is awesome when it is prepared right and cooked fresh.


Ahh yes, another order of crispy pata would've surely done me in. I completely blanked on ordering Bicol Express when I was there...I was so overwhelmed with all the other goodies. I'll definitely remember now.

At 9:42 AM, Blogger elmomonster said...


Ahhh...but to die before dessert means not having Halo Halo! (which The Magic Wok also does well, BTW)....a good reason to hold off on the heart attack until just after!

At 7:58 PM, Blogger Eddie Lin said...


i missed the part about the balut. i'm sure you just accidentally left that part out of this superpost. i'll check back and look for it. i can't wait to find out how the magic wok's balut is!!

thank you!

At 8:38 AM, Blogger elmomonster said...


Who else but you to call me on the balut! ;) To be honest, I didn't go looking for it on the menu, although I think it might be on there. *SHUDDER*

I know they have "chocolate pork" (dinuguan) ...which I have not been brave enough to order either!

At 10:45 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Try the dinuguan, Done right it is amazing (eat with a heap of rice)

Enjoyed your post! Left my mouth watering with nowhere to satisfy my craving for good Asain food...I live in Riverside :(

At 9:18 PM, Blogger Delta Boy said...

Hi Elmo,

You're my Food Hero! I been reading your post for the last month or so and discovered that you've written about many places that I've been to and many more that I wanted to try. I haven't gotten the guts to write a full blown review many of the places that I've eaten at but my blog friends and I have gotten into the habit of shooting pixs of our meals at the various restaurants. Keep up the great reviews and maybe someday, I might be able to share a review back your way!

Happy New Years from a fellow OC Diner!

At 7:32 AM, Blogger elmomonster said...

Welcome Delta Boy! I am glad you are enjoying my blog. Looking forward to reading about your adventures should you ever decide to blog about food yourself.

At 1:54 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Their food looks and taste good for the price but the Health Care Agency rating is down to "C". I would not chance it if life depends on it......just a thought.

At 11:24 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

i enjoyed the review, it was really mouth watering.. breakfast meals recomended...(served allday)
the place is really good, they have an "A" now. and whats nice about the place, you will see alot of filipinos with other raises.. the food may take long at times (only if SUPER BUSY) but it is worth the wait..

p.s. if your gonna come here from a long drive make sure to order CRISPY PATA...


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