First Taste of Fig & Olive
With fond memories of its former inhabitant, Republic, and its two-story wine fairy wall dancing about, we have high hopes for the new Fig & Olive, which is just opening its doors in Los Angeles. It’s a total redo from what was there before, starting from moving those doors from their former location on La Cienega Blvd. around the corner to the more exclusive address on Melrose Place. In fact, the official name of the New...
Foodies in the House
If you don’t know Bruce Marder, you know his restaurants, which include Capo and Brentwood, and the recently departed Broadway Deli. If you go way back, you’ll also remember Rebecca’s and West Beach Café in Venice. Marder has moved east with House Café, bringing casual cuisine and an even more casual vibe to a sweet little spot (the former site of Pastis) near Crescent Heights on Beverly Blvd. You might miss it if you’re driving by,...
Revisiting The Den
It’s Sunset on a budget, from the $5 valet parking (price subject to change–you know how that is) to the $8 drinks. The Den of Hollywood, directly across from the exclusive and pricey Chateau Marmont and down the street from XIV, is still the place for a fun night out when your wallet is a little on the light side. But since last time we checked, the menu has also shrunk, so if you’re not into burgers–turkey,...
A New Reason to Go to Westwood
Sure, there’s Palomino and Napa Valley Grille, but just up the street is a new kid on the block–bringing a more casual and very lively scene to the Village. It’s Glendon Bar and Kitchen, housed in a 1930s-era building with arching high ceilings, exposed brick, a copper bar—and crystal chandeliers. Long-time Angelenos may remember the spot as the old Moustache Café, but back in the day, way, way back, it was a neighborhood...
Short Pours at the Pen
One of our pet peeves about dining and drinking out is the insanely short pours served at some restaurants, especially when you’re paying a pretty penny for a glass of wine. This latest example was especially egregious. It happened at the Peninsula Hotel in Beverly Hills on New Year’s night. And what else were we drinking, but champagne? The first clue that something was amiss were the flutes set down at the lobby bar...
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