That's just a couple blocks from where my mother grew up, aka the bar my grandparents operated until the early-90's (the alcohol runs deep in this family). By the time my grandmother- who still lived there- passed in 1999, that neighborhood had really gone downhill. Lots of gang activity, lots of shootings. That's why the location of this weird hippy-food-commune was so surprising. I haven't been back in that neighborhood in 10+ years, but I can't imagine it's gotten that much better.
Then again, the "Gringos Out of Pilsen" bumper stickers that were so popular in that neighborhood circa 2004 didn't stop the influx of white people so...