Green Leaves Vegan Restaurant - Vegetarian Restaurant for a New Generation!
Enjoy a tasty and healthy alternative to other types of food. All of our food is prepared fresh, using the finest ingredients.
Our menu has a wide selection of items for you try.
Reviews - LA Weekly (October 6-12,2006, Vol. 28, No. 46)
BEST THAI PANCAKES FOR VEGANS
When you bite into the first pillowy hunk of tofu wallowing in the peppered and garlicky sea of one of Green Leaves' vegan soups, it's like you're at the beach in Summer, eyes closed and not filling up with suffused sunlight. You feel instantly rejuvenated, like Prince Namor plunging back underwater or, if you prefer a DC Comics analogy, Hal Jordan recharging his Green Lantern ring. And the entrees at Green Leaves, which opened early this year in Los Feliz, are healthful without being bland, unlike the square fare at so many vegan restaurants. Cauliflower and cucumber contrast with pineapple amid the Sweet-'n'-Sour Veggie dinner's neatly tangy sauce, and the yellow curry is liltingly spiced without overpowering the natural collusion of coconut milk and potatoes (although some might find the bits of less-natural soy "chicken" stunt doubles to be too realistically chewy).
Green Leaves specializes in Thai cuisine - its Melody Stir Fried vegetables come with red rice that actually looks mystically purple, and fat spring rolls bulge with tofu and glass noodles inside their transparent skin - but the menu also includes a pleasing assortment of lentil and faux-meat burgers and sandwiches, wraps, breakfast burritos, and the lusciously "decadent without really being all that decadent" wheat free Tropical Pancakes (with blueberries and bananas), which can be ordered right up until midnight closing. The setting might be nondescript with just a dozen tables and three unobtrusive TV screens centered on a long window looking out unto Hillhurst Avenue, but Green Leaves is a clean, well-lighted-enough place, a psychic filling station. There's no tell-tale trail of entrails out back, no animal calamity of feathers and blood and guts to sock you in the stomach afterward. As Chick Hearn might have said, "No harm, no fowl."