And I won't say the name so that I don't piss off any publicsts. Let's just call it Foam Foo Foo.
Why? Because everything had foam on it. Yes, an emulsion foamy thing which is supposed to give a subtle hint, an essence, of a flavor to compliment what you're eating. In small portions it's lovely. Creative. But this came ON EVERYTHING STEVE ORDERED.
NOTE: These photos are NOT from the restaurant-- I just needed pics.
We had the tasting menu. Five courses. Lots of "bites." Nothing huge (but tasting menues are generally like this), and it included a couple random pureeed dishes (think baby food in fancy glasses... with foam on top). They're the sort of dishes you'd see in a Hollywood movie about a snooty place, and you'd laugh and think, How funny, but that doesn't really happen.
Oh, but it does!
Everything is served on multiple plates as well-- the food item on a small saucer, which rests on a larger saucer, which rests on a dessert plate, which all rests on the dinner plate. Plates are placed and removed in unison by two busboys. Very fancy.
Each course was paired with wine. Best part of the menu. They poured heavy.
NO SHIT THAT IS THE MOST EXPENSIVE DINNER I'VE EVER HAD IN MY LIFE!
For that price we could cater a wedding with Pizza Buona (our favorite spot in Echo Park). Or feed a classroom with Happy Meals. Or have two drinks at a West Hollywood bar! AND... after eating, we still wanted an Ultimate Cheeseburger from Jack in the Box!
Oh, and that didn't include the $80 tip-- look, the food may have been foamy and so-so, but the staff was excellent and they live off those tips so we dished it out accordingly.
It was crazy. I even skipped boxing class this morning because I was so annoyed.