The Anaheim Packing House is probably one of my new favorite places to go in Southern California. It reminded me of Chelsea Market in Manhattan, expect that it felt more crowded and it focused more on hip and trendy foods. (To give you an example, there was a dessert called Dragon Breath, which is milk condensed into little balls via liquid nitrogen, creating that cool dry ice effect). We met my college roommate and her boyfriend at Ecco, which is an Italian restaurant located at the end of the packing house, allowing for an outdoor patio. I got an Ace pineapple cider and a prosciutto and arugula pizza. And this wasn’t just any pizza…