Sazon Columbian in Northridge
It's a relatively limited menu, consisting largely of a variety of meats either grilled or in Columbian sauce, served with rice, potatoes, etc.
I got the chicken in Columbian sauce, which was onions and bell peppers, served with rice, potatoes and plantains. It also comes with a little bowl of chopped jalapeno and onion in a vinegar sauce. The chicken was a little overcooked (breasts often are), but the juicy sauce coupled with the jalapenos kept it moist enough to really enjoy.
It seems authentic although I've never been to Columbia. It's fresh and simple, just as I like it. Next time I'll try the steak.
Corner of Nordhoff & Mason
I tried this place once. It was okay, but I don't see myself going back. I prefer Mexican. I ordered the tamale, which was filled with mashed potatoes rather than corn, which I wasn't crazy about. Makes sense, I guess, as potatoes were a staple of those south American tribes. Also, the empanada was deep fried, rather than baked, which I wasn't crazy about either.
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Tried this place today while shopping for appliances. Hole in the wall, A rating. Despite having traveled all over Venezuela, I didn't recognize several dishes, including "ajiaco" which I guess is something of a national dish in Colombia. Oddly, the waitress couldn't describe it or a single ingredient used, not even the meat, in English or Spanish, and denied that what was pictured on the menu was it (it was). She allowed that it was served in a pot and had with various accompaniments which were all very good. Worked for me so I ordered it.
For those who don't know, ajiaco is a thick, mild chicken and potato stew, and also features a little corn of the cob served (here) with a mound of white rice, plus little dishes of capers, sour cream, avocado, and some green salsa/aji. Very heavy for a warm, post-Thanksgiving day, but they also had an array of plates with steak or chicken.
Wife had a simple pan-Latin-American scrambled egg breakfast with rice and beans (red beans, nicely mixed with rice and broth), served with a single arepa. One major plus was aguapanela (served warm, like a tea), which I actually haven't seen anywhere in L.A. (though it must exist somewhere else?). Arepa was decent - fairly dry and not that warm (should be tender and piping hot, really).
All told, probably enough to satisfy your north Andean cravings; otherwise I can't see this place surviving, maybe 'because' of its authenticity - took a solid hour for food to arrive and there no other diners - plus its odd Nordhoff location, the relative rarity of Colombians in the west Valley, etc.