I interrupt the fitness-fest to update you guys with two new eateries in Hollywood that are definitely places I will return to! My roommate Jenn describes me as a restaurant snob (okay, it’s true). I like a place with a good-vibe, great food, an extensive beer selection, and that is a non-chain. Here are my new favs:
Antonio’s has been around since 1970 – and Antonio himself shook our hands when we left! So cute. They were able to seat us right away at 7:30 on a Saturday night which was awesome. The decor was kitschy but cute, and the waiter was really friendly, attentive, and spoke to me in Spanish. I’m rusty, but it was still really nice.
We immediately dug into the chips and salsa which were pretty standard. The red salsa was our favorite.
Although tequila is my alcohol of choice, I stayed true to form and enjoyed a beer with dinner.
Originally I thought I’d go the chicken salad route, but when I saw the multitude of enchilada options I couldn’t pass it up. I went with the enchilada ranchera which was utterly delectable. Tasted way better than it looked so I’m not including the photo – you get the idea. Jenn and I both loved our meals, the ambience, and the fact they let us linger after we paid our bill.
My other new H-wood joint is The Fat Dog, a gastropub on Fairfax just north of Melrose. I’ve run by this place dozens of times and was always intrigued but never thought about it twice. Tonight, my friends Aviva and Armita and I decided to go to dinner after school as a form of post-memo celebration. I’ve never met a gastropub I didn’t like.
It was Happy Hour, but we ended up ordering off the main menu. I started with a Craftsmen Heavenly Hefeweizen to drink.
Aviva ordered the jalapeño mac n cheese – I stoled a few bites and it was pretty good! Not overwhelmingly spicy, but a definite kick to it. Armita and I did the classic foodie tactic of splitting our entrees. Our favorite of the two was the “Alternative Burger” – chickpea and brown rice, alfalfa sprouts, tomato, avocado, and lemon herb aioli on a brioche bun. So good. We also shared the grilled chicken sandwich (also good, but more typical). We also dug into some fries.
I am officially never eating again (I say that all the time, I bet Jenn wishes she had a dollar for ever time that was uttered).
Side-note: One great thing about The Fat Dog is there is (free!) parking in a structure underground connected to the restaurant. This is essentially unheard of in LA, and will undoubtedly make me more likely to go back.
Even better tangent: While I was leaving, I managed to get myself and my car TRAPPED inside said parking structure. I’ll spare you all the details, but basically if you’re not a resident of the attached apartment building, don’t go so far down in the parking structure that you’re in the “resident only area” while attempting to leave the poorly marked retail-only area to find an exit. I am officially a mess. #wreckcity.
Call for restaurant recs! If you’re in LA, where’s the next place I HAVE to try? Or, if you’re not in LA, what’s your favorite restaurant in the world?
…has anyone else ever gotten stranded in a parking structure? Nope? Only me? Cool.