I’m still making my rounds of the many Mexican restaurants in Santa Monica. El Cholo doesn’t qualify for “Old Timer” status; while the original opened downtown in 1923, they didn’t open up in Santa Monica until 1997.
While walking down the Third Street Promenade with my friend Michel, we were lamenting about the absence of French restaurants when we saw George’s Bistro.
It was a Tuesday night around 6:30. I felt like a steak with a glass of red wine. So I walked into Boa steakhouse on Ocean Avenue and Santa Monica Boulevard.
Once at dinner at El Bulli in Spain, then considered the best restaurant in the world, we were served a course simply called “countries.” It consisted of three small porcelain spoons with a spoon full of liquid in each.
When my dad first tasted pizza around 1950, he proclaimed it a fad that would disappear soon. Years later he would proclaim his love of American food, things like pizza and tacos.
Fellow food reviewer Michael Ryan and I were strolling along the Santa Monica Promenade when we saw the sign “Greek Food.” A lovely young woman smiled at us and invited us in.
Many a Sunday morning we enjoyed a dim sum brunch at the old VIP Seafood Restaurant on Wilshire Boulevard and Barrington Avenue. One nice feature was that we got dim sum right away from the rolling carts while we waited for a few special dishes.
It’s not the same old Drago. Like most high-end restaurants, it changes from time to time. And when I was last there I found a number of changes on the menu and in the staff.
After months of anticipation and delays from contractors and inspectors, the well loved but old-fashioned Dante’s in Pacific Palisades has morphed into the new, modern Maison Giraud.
Usually, I write reviews of restaurants I know fairly well. Before I put thoughts on paper though, I check out the restaurant one more time to see if anything has changed recently.
My wife and I have been traveling around southern Europe for over two months. Now we are on a Celebrity Cruise ship on the way back to New York. We visited family and friends all over southern Europe, from a week in Portugal to visit our daughter and her family, to a week playing golf in Spain, a we
A fan of this column wrote to me after reading about our $300 lunch at El Cellar, suggesting that I forget writing about expensive places and focus on good food for good value.
