Tuesday, July 21, 2009  The Oinkster in Eagle Rock  What is the
point of life? Is it to live forever with Vulcan restraint,
limiting caloric intake, surviving on water, celery sticks, and
tempeh? Or is it to revel in carnal indulgence? To have animal
juices and fats dripping down your chin?  These are the
questions posed by The Oinkster. The Oinkster has, in the
popular consciousness of L.A., become a type of synecdoche for
Eagle Rock. It sort of sums up the Zeitgeist of the place
neatly: an old building revamped, selling sort of old-time food
that's now a little pricier and souped-up, with a "hip" ironic
name, and t-shirts that say OINKSTER in the format of the old
Run-DMC logo. The Oinkster proclaims on its site that it is an
"[i]nnovative and affordable, stylish and fun" place, that "aims
to be Los Angeles’ antidote to both, expensive gourmet meals and
their cheap fast food counterparts," from its location "on Eagle
Rock’s newly hip Colorado Boulevard . . . ."  The Oinkster is
probably the only restaurant