As if the Richmond Night Market wasn’t enough, when I was down in LA helping my waifu make hats (long story… maybe elaborate later. Maybe.) We took some time out of frantic hat making activities to go to the 626 Night Market in Arcadia, migraine and all. I was sick with some kind of sinus thing that weekend, but ain’t no virus was gonna stop me from overeating, thank you very much!
It wasn’t really my style to map out what vendors we were going to hit up, but I’m glad we did beforehand because this place was overwhelmingly ginormous. The choices were plenty, and the lines were long. We had to prioritize. Under the blazing hot sunset, we made our rounds and got just about everything we planned on in an optimal amount of time. Since everything was American sized (read: HUGE), variety wasn’t on the menu as much as enjoying the everloving fuck out of everything we got.