being in the next table over at Firefly!
I never understood why The San Fernando Valley had so many wannabe actors until I realized that 1) B-list celebrities live here (Brooke Burns and Sarah Michelle Gellar) and when they don't live here, they dine here 2) Eric McCormic at Firefly and Jessica and Nick at The Valley Inn.
But celebrities aside, Firefly is one of those new hip hot-spots in the valley. And lord knows the Valley is fucking burnin' up (96 degrees in February? Fuck you SFV). If you didn't read the review on citysearch you would never have know that the exterior of Firefly was covered in Ivy and would have easily passed it. Luckily for me, I read the review.
Upon walking in you are greeted with warm scarlett walls, oversized faux-Boroque paintings a bar with plenty of accoutrements including a relatively cute bartender. To your left is a smaller bar dining area with comfy sofas, quite comparable to the couches you'd find in Powell, and two walls covered from ceiling to floor with books. But whether those books are being read, my guess is as good as yours.
The dining area is towards the back; it's a beautiful arrangement. Quasi-outdoor patio dining to be slightly less ambiguous. Tables are arranged around a fire hearth and lighting is completely by candlelight. The menu is short but heavy on the wallet.
One of my dining companions's boyfriend actually was a chef at Firefly so lucky for us, we were showered with free appetizers. We started with succulent steamed mussels with a side of drawn butter. I am usually not a fan of mussels, but these were absolutely to die for. Then we had the cheese platter consisting of three cheeses (Brie, Parmesan, Blue) with lovely flavor enhancers like fig or honey. THEN we had fried olives served with a garlic aoli. For my own appetizer I ordered a delicious non-tomato based minestrone. This was only the first course.
My main entree was a Jumbo free range chicken breast (aptly named) wonderfully grilled with white corn and a wild mushroom and potato skin salad. Annie (my friend) had pan-seared Tuna done medium rare with cucumber carpaccio and avocado. Though everyone was stuffed from the appetizers, we all ate as if it we hadn't seen food for days. We were pretty sure the restaurant workers were absolutely disgusted with how 7 girls and 1 guy could put food away. There was not one bite left. NOT ONE.
Though obviously stuffed and bloated we still ordered dessert. Hell Yes we did.
Now I'm just going to make a list because we did a round robin of desserts
Banana Bread and Butter Pudding= Orgasmic
Baked Alaska= 7/10
Chocolate crepe with almond marscapone and espresso beans=8/10
Lemon buttermilk pudding with fresh berries=8/10
Tahitian Vanilla Creme Brulee= Will eat babies for
But prices were not cheap mind you, Minestrone=$8, Chicken=$20, Bread pudding=$13
Definitely well worth the saving up for.
Firefly
11720 Ventura Blvd. (Colfax Ave.)
Studio City, CA 91604
818-762-1833
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Monday, February 06, 2006
Lickity-Split
3 Locations, plus one online: www.lickity-split.com
Bottom line: Citysearch lied. Best Ice Cream in LA? Not even close. I'd put Lickity-Split somewhere between Ben and Jerry's and Yoplait.
With the texture of melted ice cream, frozen custard is allegedly all the rage in the eastern United States. If there's one thing I hate more than people who always tell me about how much better everything is in Europe, it's people who tell me that folks on the east coast are more sophisticated. To paraphrase a movie quote, more or less, from Jack Nicholson's finest: sell your arrogance someplace else-- we're all stocked up here.
The restaurant was empty when we got there, which should have been a clue (that we're still in February should've been a clue too).
9 of us went, and 9 of us were sick of the stuff by the time we had our last bite.
Weirdest of all was the scene that transpired between the restaurant worker (RW) and Eric (EC)-- this is as best as my memory can recount right now:
[Eric finishes his sundae. RW approaches with a broom after sweeping up the rest of the eatery.]
RW: I just emptied that trash bin. If you throw your trash away in there, I'll fucking kill you. We have cameras and I'll hunt you down.
EC: That's funny because I already threw my trash in there.
[they high five]
[it's incredibly awkward for everyone.]
Overall, lickity split made me feel:
--> Ravi
Bottom line: Citysearch lied. Best Ice Cream in LA? Not even close. I'd put Lickity-Split somewhere between Ben and Jerry's and Yoplait.
With the texture of melted ice cream, frozen custard is allegedly all the rage in the eastern United States. If there's one thing I hate more than people who always tell me about how much better everything is in Europe, it's people who tell me that folks on the east coast are more sophisticated. To paraphrase a movie quote, more or less, from Jack Nicholson's finest: sell your arrogance someplace else-- we're all stocked up here.
The restaurant was empty when we got there, which should have been a clue (that we're still in February should've been a clue too).
9 of us went, and 9 of us were sick of the stuff by the time we had our last bite.
Weirdest of all was the scene that transpired between the restaurant worker (RW) and Eric (EC)-- this is as best as my memory can recount right now:
[Eric finishes his sundae. RW approaches with a broom after sweeping up the rest of the eatery.]
RW: I just emptied that trash bin. If you throw your trash away in there, I'll fucking kill you. We have cameras and I'll hunt you down.
EC: That's funny because I already threw my trash in there.
[they high five]
[it's incredibly awkward for everyone.]
Overall, lickity split made me feel:
--> Ravi
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
New look
Here's Mindy's new design for ZagatWho. I'm not entirely sure she would have taken credit for it herself, so I'm writing this to make sure everybody knows Mindy designed it.
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Campanile
http://www.campanilerestaurant.com
Honestly, I was underwhelmed.
We went for our Campus Events Directors' Dinner, meaning that ASUCLA picked up the tab, but did I get my money's worth? I don't think so.
I had the fluke (puns abound) on a whim. Nothing fishy there (it was fantastic). Actually, all of the food met or exceeded my expectation, except for the dessert, which was mediocre at best. Sharing ownership with La Brea Bakery (at one point), the pre-meal bread was naturally the best I've ever had.
But the service killed the meal. I know we were a big group (9) but we sat there for over three hours-- essentially the duration of their entire dinner service. People came and went and came and went while we sat waiting for someone to take our order. And trust me, we earned the service-- we probably spent enough money to cover the salaries of the wait staff for the evening.
When our server did come, she was helpful and attentive.
If you know me, you know I hate/thrive on awkward moments (if only to talk about them later), so it should mean something to you that while we were tabulating out tip I said, consciously within earshot of the staff, that the service was disappointing and we should reflect that opinion in our gratuity. Oh, they heard. And they best recognize.
I don't know what else to write. This entry sucked.
(A note about the entry: I usually include pictures, and I was going to attach a photo here of a morbidly obese man-- someone that roughly resembles a very large man sitting at the table next to us that thoroughly entertained Aiko. But I couldn't bear the Google Image Search results, so you're spared.)
Ravi
Honestly, I was underwhelmed.
We went for our Campus Events Directors' Dinner, meaning that ASUCLA picked up the tab, but did I get my money's worth? I don't think so.
I had the fluke (puns abound) on a whim. Nothing fishy there (it was fantastic). Actually, all of the food met or exceeded my expectation, except for the dessert, which was mediocre at best. Sharing ownership with La Brea Bakery (at one point), the pre-meal bread was naturally the best I've ever had.
But the service killed the meal. I know we were a big group (9) but we sat there for over three hours-- essentially the duration of their entire dinner service. People came and went and came and went while we sat waiting for someone to take our order. And trust me, we earned the service-- we probably spent enough money to cover the salaries of the wait staff for the evening.
When our server did come, she was helpful and attentive.
If you know me, you know I hate/thrive on awkward moments (if only to talk about them later), so it should mean something to you that while we were tabulating out tip I said, consciously within earshot of the staff, that the service was disappointing and we should reflect that opinion in our gratuity. Oh, they heard. And they best recognize.
I don't know what else to write. This entry sucked.
(A note about the entry: I usually include pictures, and I was going to attach a photo here of a morbidly obese man-- someone that roughly resembles a very large man sitting at the table next to us that thoroughly entertained Aiko. But I couldn't bear the Google Image Search results, so you're spared.)
Ravi
Saturday, January 21, 2006
24 Hour Dining: Canter's Deli
419 North Fairfax, LA
I'd been to Canter's once before, so I should have known to expect mediocrity.
24-hour joints like Canter's and Fred 62 are meant to be experienced only in the wee hours of the morning-- what passes for acceptable food at those hours become Dennysesque at best when the sun rears its bright head. And it was 2am.
I had a fruit bowl. Last time I had the hot open-faced turkey sandwich (also at around 2am-- a bad idea). The fruit bowl was decent and not outrageously priced, which is more than I can say for Swingers (and their $8 bowl), but the service was so-so and the environment shared frightful similarities with the dining hall of a retirement home (both in clientele and decor).
Their pickles put me in a bit of a sour mood. Call me old-fashioned, but I believe that when a restaurant publishes in their menu "Try our world famous _____," said food item should be amazing. And yet these pickles-- which were delivered to our table for free-- were the worst I've ever had. They were still 98% cucumber, which (coincidentally) makes them 98% bland.
I should've just sliced them, put them on my eyelids, and gone to bed.
-->Ravi
I'd been to Canter's once before, so I should have known to expect mediocrity.
24-hour joints like Canter's and Fred 62 are meant to be experienced only in the wee hours of the morning-- what passes for acceptable food at those hours become Dennysesque at best when the sun rears its bright head. And it was 2am.
I had a fruit bowl. Last time I had the hot open-faced turkey sandwich (also at around 2am-- a bad idea). The fruit bowl was decent and not outrageously priced, which is more than I can say for Swingers (and their $8 bowl), but the service was so-so and the environment shared frightful similarities with the dining hall of a retirement home (both in clientele and decor).
Their pickles put me in a bit of a sour mood. Call me old-fashioned, but I believe that when a restaurant publishes in their menu "Try our world famous _____," said food item should be amazing. And yet these pickles-- which were delivered to our table for free-- were the worst I've ever had. They were still 98% cucumber, which (coincidentally) makes them 98% bland.
I should've just sliced them, put them on my eyelids, and gone to bed.
-->Ravi
Sunday, January 15, 2006
Wood Ranch BBQ & Grill
Last quarter, when I dragged my sister all the way to the Grove during rush hour to see an advanced screening of Match Point, only to discover that it was being played in Santa Monica (doh), I saw that there was a Wood Ranch Grill there. Whilst images of meat danced in my head, I promptly proposed a Zagat-Who trip which was enthusiastically received.
After a painfully long five week wait, we finally gathered a ravenous group to trek through Friday night traffic from Westwood to La Brea.
(oh what choices!)
For those of you who don't know (www.woodranchgrill.com), this establishment has epic tri-tip and bbq, even for those people who aren't normally that into red meat. Though they have other menu items, you will probably get the combo meal- 2, 3 or 4 bbq items with two sides. Their bbq items are glazed with their signature bbq sauce and roasted overnight, and include beef ribs, babyback ribs, bbq or fire-roasted chicken (breast or half-chicken) and the tri-tip. I would recommend the tri-tip because that is what they are famous for.
Their sides may cause a problem for the indecisive one, but otherwise are fun to choose from: mashed potatoes, mashed sweet potatoes, ranch fries, mac and cheese, corn on the cob, grilled vegetables, baked potato, baked beans, and coleslaw.
Our experience was pretty standard. Because the Grove is normally very crowded on Friday nights, we had to wait about half an hour for a 7-person table. Our food came in a timely manner (not too long but not a short wait), and we were presented with warm and fresh GARLIC BREAD ROLLS THAT MELT IN YOUR MOUTH.
(AHHH DELICIOUS GARLIC ROLLS!)
(Ravi's last moment pre-garlic roll consumption)
But our waitress gave Aiko a virgin raspberry Ranch lemonade (it was supposed to have rum) and they gave Eric the wrong meat (but he liked it, ZING!). But on the up side, they brought him his tri-tip and he got 4 meats for the price of 3. And that my friend, is beating the system.
(Top: Aiko and Cindy, a bit daunted by their entrees?; Bottom: Eric with his ranch fries, sweet potatoes and incorrect meat)
(Count 'em: all four meats)
We all ate and were merry and died of meat overload. This was all concurrent with listening to the worst EZ listening/reject pop (e.g., NSync "Bye Bye Bye"). Be prepared to drop about $30+ if you get the 2 bbq combo and a non-alcoholic drink, but they do validate for parking. Overall, it delivered what I expected it to, so it's an appropriate restaurant when you feel like having some high-quality meat. They have ample portions (my leftovers were a hearty lunch today), but this is definitely a once-in-a-while thing.
Overall: MEATASTIC.
-k.
Wood Ranch BBQ and Grill
The Grove
189 The Grove Drive Y-80
(Aiko, Cindy and Nish- waiting for food)
(Erica and Eric- the calm before the storm)
(Cindy, Nish and Ravi with their entrees)
After a painfully long five week wait, we finally gathered a ravenous group to trek through Friday night traffic from Westwood to La Brea.
(oh what choices!)
For those of you who don't know (www.woodranchgrill.com), this establishment has epic tri-tip and bbq, even for those people who aren't normally that into red meat. Though they have other menu items, you will probably get the combo meal- 2, 3 or 4 bbq items with two sides. Their bbq items are glazed with their signature bbq sauce and roasted overnight, and include beef ribs, babyback ribs, bbq or fire-roasted chicken (breast or half-chicken) and the tri-tip. I would recommend the tri-tip because that is what they are famous for.
Their sides may cause a problem for the indecisive one, but otherwise are fun to choose from: mashed potatoes, mashed sweet potatoes, ranch fries, mac and cheese, corn on the cob, grilled vegetables, baked potato, baked beans, and coleslaw.
Our experience was pretty standard. Because the Grove is normally very crowded on Friday nights, we had to wait about half an hour for a 7-person table. Our food came in a timely manner (not too long but not a short wait), and we were presented with warm and fresh GARLIC BREAD ROLLS THAT MELT IN YOUR MOUTH.
(AHHH DELICIOUS GARLIC ROLLS!)
(Ravi's last moment pre-garlic roll consumption)
But our waitress gave Aiko a virgin raspberry Ranch lemonade (it was supposed to have rum) and they gave Eric the wrong meat (but he liked it, ZING!). But on the up side, they brought him his tri-tip and he got 4 meats for the price of 3. And that my friend, is beating the system.
(Top: Aiko and Cindy, a bit daunted by their entrees?; Bottom: Eric with his ranch fries, sweet potatoes and incorrect meat)
(Count 'em: all four meats)
We all ate and were merry and died of meat overload. This was all concurrent with listening to the worst EZ listening/reject pop (e.g., NSync "Bye Bye Bye"). Be prepared to drop about $30+ if you get the 2 bbq combo and a non-alcoholic drink, but they do validate for parking. Overall, it delivered what I expected it to, so it's an appropriate restaurant when you feel like having some high-quality meat. They have ample portions (my leftovers were a hearty lunch today), but this is definitely a once-in-a-while thing.
Overall: MEATASTIC.
-k.
Wood Ranch BBQ and Grill
The Grove
189 The Grove Drive Y-80
(Aiko, Cindy and Nish- waiting for food)
(Erica and Eric- the calm before the storm)
(Cindy, Nish and Ravi with their entrees)
Friday, January 13, 2006
Levels of Spicy=Mild to "Please let this death be swift"
There are plenty of trusty ramen stand bys on the Westside--Asahi Ramen and the other ramen place that's a block down from it that I can never remember. However, when in Little Tokyo, Ramen must be held up to a higher standard. I've tried the 4.00 bowl of Ramen in the Mitsuwa and found it relatively satisfactory and a good eat for a ginormous bowl of soup and noodles. But for those who desire more from their bowl of noodles, I suggest Orochon.
Orochon Ramen is located on the 3rd floor in Weller Court in Little Tokyo. It's the triangular shaped open air plaza on Astronaut E S Onizuka Street. The first time I went I thought these noodles couldn't possibly been have different from any other ramen place I went. Oh but I was wrong,not only can you choose between Miso, Salt or Soy Sauce flavored broth (Soy Sauce is the best) you can choose what level of spicy you want. From 7-2. 7 being "You're a titty baby" mild and 2 being "The heat is hitting the back of my throat and I want to vomit" spicy.
Since I'm obviously a titty baby I chose level 7. But Neil chose level 3 and ten minutes into the bowl he started to tear up and beads of sweat collected on the bridge of his nose. After calling him a pussy, I tried some of it.
This kind of spicy isn't the type of heat that you would get from biting into a hot pepper. The heat of the broth lies in the millions of tiny little ground cayenne peppers. You don't realize it until it hits the back of your throat and parches your tonsils until you cry for relief.
So in other words, I highly suggest it. The $6.45 ramen comes in a very large bowl with a few slices of tender pork and bamboo stir fry.
Orochon Ramen
123 Astronaut E S Onizuka St
Los Angeles, CA 90012
Inside the Weller Court there's also this great bookstore that sells lots of great Design and Japanese books.
Orochon Ramen is located on the 3rd floor in Weller Court in Little Tokyo. It's the triangular shaped open air plaza on Astronaut E S Onizuka Street. The first time I went I thought these noodles couldn't possibly been have different from any other ramen place I went. Oh but I was wrong,not only can you choose between Miso, Salt or Soy Sauce flavored broth (Soy Sauce is the best) you can choose what level of spicy you want. From 7-2. 7 being "You're a titty baby" mild and 2 being "The heat is hitting the back of my throat and I want to vomit" spicy.
Since I'm obviously a titty baby I chose level 7. But Neil chose level 3 and ten minutes into the bowl he started to tear up and beads of sweat collected on the bridge of his nose. After calling him a pussy, I tried some of it.
This kind of spicy isn't the type of heat that you would get from biting into a hot pepper. The heat of the broth lies in the millions of tiny little ground cayenne peppers. You don't realize it until it hits the back of your throat and parches your tonsils until you cry for relief.
So in other words, I highly suggest it. The $6.45 ramen comes in a very large bowl with a few slices of tender pork and bamboo stir fry.
Orochon Ramen
123 Astronaut E S Onizuka St
Los Angeles, CA 90012
Inside the Weller Court there's also this great bookstore that sells lots of great Design and Japanese books.
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Breadbar
When I was little my mom used to say that if I didn't behave she'd send me to prison, where they'd only feed me bread and water.
If they served bread from Breadbar, then I'd look forward to life in the slammer. (I don't know who I'd kill-- vehicular manslaughter, of course, because I don't want the death penalty-- but it would probably be a Baja Fresh executive or someone else responsible for introducing some sort of horror into this world.)
More of a regional detention center than your local jail, Breadbar delivers the goods to several restaurants in the area, including the Wilshire Restaurant.
And like any institution run by the government, they suffer from subpar customer service and a workforce that exhibits less motivation than a brick. Instead of greeting us when we entered, the server didn't even pay attention to our arrival-- eventually we had to ask for a menu. Likely graduates of The Milford School, these employees only speak when spoken to. We got our food after a party that arrived after us, and once we were done, we just sat awkwardly while no one got us a check. No one bothered to check up on us or offer water refills, and we were sitting five feet from the counter. During our visit though, every employee I saw did find the time to stuff their face with bread.
Awkward moments abound when we found out they mislabeled their bakery display case, incorrectly positioning a $4 dark chocolate bread loaf under the label of a $1.50 chocolate croissant. What was a bargain at $1.50 became decidedly less so when offered at $4.
Without the warm embrace of federal subsidies (like sick people who commit crimes and go to prison just because it's significantly cheaper than actually paying for the medical care-- the analogy continues!), prices were a bit on the steep side. $9 for a filling chicken sandwich or salad.
The food certainly was tasty, but I would prefer the bread to come for free as part of a much larger (albeit more expensive) meal or a life sentence. That's just how I roll.
(Okay, I'm REALLY proud of that last pun.)
Overall, Breadbar made me feel more or less:
-->Ravi
If they served bread from Breadbar, then I'd look forward to life in the slammer. (I don't know who I'd kill-- vehicular manslaughter, of course, because I don't want the death penalty-- but it would probably be a Baja Fresh executive or someone else responsible for introducing some sort of horror into this world.)
More of a regional detention center than your local jail, Breadbar delivers the goods to several restaurants in the area, including the Wilshire Restaurant.
And like any institution run by the government, they suffer from subpar customer service and a workforce that exhibits less motivation than a brick. Instead of greeting us when we entered, the server didn't even pay attention to our arrival-- eventually we had to ask for a menu. Likely graduates of The Milford School, these employees only speak when spoken to. We got our food after a party that arrived after us, and once we were done, we just sat awkwardly while no one got us a check. No one bothered to check up on us or offer water refills, and we were sitting five feet from the counter. During our visit though, every employee I saw did find the time to stuff their face with bread.
Awkward moments abound when we found out they mislabeled their bakery display case, incorrectly positioning a $4 dark chocolate bread loaf under the label of a $1.50 chocolate croissant. What was a bargain at $1.50 became decidedly less so when offered at $4.
Without the warm embrace of federal subsidies (like sick people who commit crimes and go to prison just because it's significantly cheaper than actually paying for the medical care-- the analogy continues!), prices were a bit on the steep side. $9 for a filling chicken sandwich or salad.
The food certainly was tasty, but I would prefer the bread to come for free as part of a much larger (albeit more expensive) meal or a life sentence. That's just how I roll.
(Okay, I'm REALLY proud of that last pun.)
Overall, Breadbar made me feel more or less:
-->Ravi
Ramayani
Indonesian! WOW!
Atmosphere: Peaceful, homely (in a good way), quaint.
As you enter, there's barely a person in the restaurant. Granted, it was almost 10pm, but still. Hence it was quiet with a background buzz of some strange island music one the speakers. When I looked around, I realized that this restaurant was really just as much a home as it is an eatery. They've got photos of grandkids, little shrines, and what appears to be a regular apartment kitchen in the back. Cute, colorful, laid back.
Service: Initially undecided, Finally extremely satisfying.
The wait staff seems to consist of about 5 indonesian relatives milling about the back of the restaurant as described above. They finally seat us and the waitress (a kind faced old indonesian lady) seeming to have a tendency toward asians, speaks barely a word to Kyle and turns to me expecting that I order for the both of us. When the food comes out, I indicate that we were planning on sharing the food and the waitress proceeded to bring us 2 plates, another pair of chopsticks, another spoon, and another fork. Wow. And more than once, more than twice, we were checked up upon. In addition, if I ever needed anything, at least 2 of the 5 continued to linger around the "kitchen" area.
Food: Tasty exotic treats -- all of it.
Coconut curry noodles with shimp -- an every so slighty spicy delicate dish, with its coconut flavors really coming through.
Sampler plate (as I'll call it) -- Corn, peanut fritter, curry beef, green beans+tofu, rice topped with eggs strips and chili peppers, beef jerky+red pepper sauce, and more. It's a good way to go to begin understanding indonesian food, i suppose, but more importantly it really gets you to LIKE the food.
Lime soda -- lime juice, sparkling water, and vanilla syrup = deliciously sweet and refreshing.
I loved it. Close to all you westwood kids, I'd say it's worth the trip. And at about $10/person it's not a bad deal considering I left feeling light and refreshed, then ended up full and satified about 15 mins later.
Ramayani Westwood
1777 Westwood Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90024-5607
(310) 477-3315
Special notes: For all who were at Mindy's potluck and had my "black jook," they had that dish on the menu at Ramayani! I've never seen it anywhere else on a menu, not even in Malaysian restaurants. WOW! There's also a great cheap zagat rated lebanese place right next door.
Atmosphere: Peaceful, homely (in a good way), quaint.
As you enter, there's barely a person in the restaurant. Granted, it was almost 10pm, but still. Hence it was quiet with a background buzz of some strange island music one the speakers. When I looked around, I realized that this restaurant was really just as much a home as it is an eatery. They've got photos of grandkids, little shrines, and what appears to be a regular apartment kitchen in the back. Cute, colorful, laid back.
Service: Initially undecided, Finally extremely satisfying.
The wait staff seems to consist of about 5 indonesian relatives milling about the back of the restaurant as described above. They finally seat us and the waitress (a kind faced old indonesian lady) seeming to have a tendency toward asians, speaks barely a word to Kyle and turns to me expecting that I order for the both of us. When the food comes out, I indicate that we were planning on sharing the food and the waitress proceeded to bring us 2 plates, another pair of chopsticks, another spoon, and another fork. Wow. And more than once, more than twice, we were checked up upon. In addition, if I ever needed anything, at least 2 of the 5 continued to linger around the "kitchen" area.
Food: Tasty exotic treats -- all of it.
Coconut curry noodles with shimp -- an every so slighty spicy delicate dish, with its coconut flavors really coming through.
Sampler plate (as I'll call it) -- Corn, peanut fritter, curry beef, green beans+tofu, rice topped with eggs strips and chili peppers, beef jerky+red pepper sauce, and more. It's a good way to go to begin understanding indonesian food, i suppose, but more importantly it really gets you to LIKE the food.
Lime soda -- lime juice, sparkling water, and vanilla syrup = deliciously sweet and refreshing.
I loved it. Close to all you westwood kids, I'd say it's worth the trip. And at about $10/person it's not a bad deal considering I left feeling light and refreshed, then ended up full and satified about 15 mins later.
Ramayani Westwood
1777 Westwood Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90024-5607
(310) 477-3315
Special notes: For all who were at Mindy's potluck and had my "black jook," they had that dish on the menu at Ramayani! I've never seen it anywhere else on a menu, not even in Malaysian restaurants. WOW! There's also a great cheap zagat rated lebanese place right next door.
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