Ja-Shin and Jeff were the real daredevils on our trip to Wurstkuche, a foodie beer garden in the Arts District of downtown Los Angeles. They pronounced the rattlesnake sausage good eating, but wrinkled their noses while pondering the alligator. I tried a forkful and said, “It tastes a little of the sea.” It was highly spiced, but pungent. It took several good swigs of cider to wash the taste out of my mouth. Call me chicken, but I was a lot happier with the less exotic mango-jalapeno wiener and the double-dipped fries with chipotle ketchup. I think there’s a reason certain foods aren’t that popular. Wurstkuche was a great place to spend a lazy Sunday afternoon, though. The servers were friendly and patrons shared long tables covered in brown paper. Everybody lingered. It was definitely Bryan’s kind of place — he’ll never get tired of sausage, mustard and beer. Outside, I realized I’d eaten at a cafe down the block and picked up an oversized photo from a printer nearby. Los Angeles can feel pretty disjointed because you’re usually driving from point to point, so it was nice to connect the dots.