Showing posts with label Dessert. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dessert. Show all posts

Brian's Shave Ice

Shaved ice is happy to see you
Brian's Shave Ice
11301 W Olympic Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90064

Open Monday-Sunday, 12-11pm

Review:
The conversation mid Brian's Shave Ice went something like this:

Sallie: I want a snow-cone machine at home so I can eat it every day. All day. For breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Nick: That's a lot of sugar and not so much health.
Sallie: I'll sprinkle it with protein powder and fiber powder.
Nick: We can go back, you know..
Sallie: Tomorrow! ...Tonight?

You know it's that good when you start plotting your return before you've even finished your first. And that is the unwritten step 6 on Brian's menu: how to satisfy your new addiction. But this is all foreshadow.

On the sidewalk front of Sawtelle right after you turn off Olympic and on to  "the street with all the asian fare," as I reference, Brian's is a one-stop shop for everything you can think that relates to shave ice. 

How-To Order at Brian's Shaved Ice:
1. Pick your size (kiddie, regular, large). Unless you revel in regret, go for the large ($4.50).

2. Choose your fillings: dole whip, azaki bean, mochi, ice cream. I went for half dole-whip, half vanilla ice cream. What is dole whip, you ask? It's pineapple soft-serve, basically. The kind that you can get at disneyland, apparently. Tangy and creamy, it's the stuff people will pay $90 for admission just to get a tuck.

3. Choose your flavors: The list is the length of Santa's, but don't freak. The cashier will guide you to "most popular," and/or if you pick one or two, she will advise as to "what goes with that." I selected green apple, POG (passion fruit, orange, guava), and Tiger's blood (strawberry colada). 

4. Choose your topping: condensed milk, sour spray, and a few typical sauces (chocolate, caramel) and some other available dousings that don't matter because you're always going to get condensed milk.

5. Get a stamp card (after 9, the 10th is free!)

6. Fantasize about your next flavor combo as you mercilessly suck down your creation.

7. Get parking validated (so it's free).

A blessed replacement for all those "self-serve" yogurt shops, Brian's is a welcome summer (and hopefully year-long to forever) addition to the daytime (nighttime, and every-time) list of dessert options. Slurp up!

Beachy Cream

Yes.
Beachy Cream
1209 Wilshire Blvd
Santa Monica 90403
Menu

Type: Cafe
Category: Lunch? Dinner? Dessert? Yes
Company: Ice cream lovers who like to unite
Cost: Unsure, don't remember, and totally worth it
OTC Tip: For the best toffee bits I've ever had in ice cream (even better than Heath, See's, Godiva, etc...) get the Coffee Toffee. Or was it Toffee Coffee? Whatever, whichever, it's a cone-match for life.

Review:
Tucked like a single-scoop in a sugar cone in one of the shoebox store fronts on the north side of the 12th block on Wilshire, Beachy Cream is an artisinal ice cream shop that also bakes brownies and cookies. So, as you taste each perfectly spun flavor from a real spoon (balsamic strawberry, chocolate peanut butter, etc) from a real spoon, I recommend dreaming about which two cookies you are going to smash it in between. From chocolate chip and sugar to peanut butter or vegan, all are fresh and have achieved the perfect 70-30 of soft-crisp.

Today I went for Coffee-Toffee/Toffee-Coffee inside two chocolate chip cookies and with every nibbly nugget of toffee I exclaimed to whoever was aside me (my film guy, the restaurateur I was interviewing, the PR gal...) "God this is good."

Simply.

Magnolia

Go for dessert, but dinner first is the way to go!
Magnolia Restaurant 
6266 1/2 Sunset Blvd.
Hollywood, CA 90028
Menu

Type: Restaurant, Bar
Category: Brunch, Lunch, Dinner, Late-Night
Company: Anyone willing to hang out on Sunset

Quickie: Like a person, you can tell a lot about a restaurant by the hours it keeps. Magnolia is open from 11am-11pm Sunday and Monday, Tues-Thurs 11:30am-Midnight, Fri-Sat 11:30-1am. Basically, this resto is 25 in people years and enjoys late nights and brunch.

Review: I love the moments when I realize that the more I eat, the more I become aware of what I haven't eaten. More specifically, it's rare that you'll find this beach-dweller east of the 405 - and even more rare to be on Sunset in Hollywood. Holly-what/why? But the joke is on me - pulling up to Magnolia on Sunset, the flanks of restaurant options flooded my periphery vision and despite my focus (dessert at Magnolia) - "what a dunce I am" was all that really came to mind. There are so, SO many restaurants in Los Angeles, and the drive or traffic is never what we remember about a day, food, or moment, now is it? So, get up and off to Magnolia....

Enter Magnolia. Unsure how hip/busy it is 10pm+, but there's a bar, several tables, cool booth-chairs flanking the wall, a few back rooms, and the general ambiance that "this is the hangout of local industry types." The menu is simple and classic, nothing that you'd need a degree in gastronomy or mixology to re-create which is nice in face of hipper things that tend to trend on this side of town. Despite going for dessert, we opted for dinner first (how mature, I know) - and I sifted through the following recommendations:

Waitress: Beet and Avocado Salad. Tuna Tartare. Herbed Jidori Chicken. Macaroni and Cheese.

Dining Buddy: Pappardelle Bolognese. Pan-Seared Scallops. Cobb Salad.

Since Dining Buddy put dibs on the Pappardelle Bolognese, I wavered between the Mac and Cheese with a side of brussels sprouts (with which I hold a mild obsession) and the Pan-Seared Scallops. Finalizing on the latter, I was thrilled when the three caramelized scallops arrived nestled in a cloud of parmesan risotto and diced asparagus. Delicious, warm, and one of those plates where it was just what I needed - I highly recommended it. I also nabbed a bite of the Bolognese, which was an equally delicious experience of wide noodles cloaked in a rustic tomato-meat sauce highlighted by a hint of sweet carrot.

Then - DESSERT!

Like many destination restaurants, Magnolia is known for one sweet ending in particular: The Ice Cream Sandwich. A twin set of hulking sized chocolate cookies, smashed on both sides of your choice - salted caramel ice cream or mint chip (choose the mint) cut in to quarters (makes sharing optimal) and flanked by a strawberry. Oh my, get this - it's worth the trek and whatever else you may have to endure. Even though it will only last three seconds, I've heard that's all we remember anyway.

Ushuaia Steak House


Ushuaia Steak House
2628 Wilshire Blvd
Santa Monica, CA 90403

Type: Indoors
Category: Lunch, Dinner, Happy Hour, Dessert
Company: Dates, Friends, Business Meals
Cost: Yelp says it's a $$$
Quickie: The best Argentine steak house in Santa Monica.
OTC Tip: Happy Hour is M-F, 4-7pm and includes discounted tapas and drinks!

Review:
While each and every moment should be enjoyed, there are few that come close to being as savory and delightful as the ones spent eating. There is nothing quite like being seduced by food, and when I come across a restaurant that does just that, I promise to do what I won’t do when I’m eating there -which is share.

For the third of three restaurants from Argentine entrepreneurs Pablo Alcorta, Javier Pardini and Luciano Alcorta (but the first in Santa Monica), restaurateur Javier Pardini has big plans and bright eyes for Ushuaia. “We’re waiting on the photographs from Patagonia (southern region of Argentina and Chile)….” He explains as he gestures at the naked brick walls, and continues to talk as I nod and slyly pull the appetizer of Mollejas a la Parilla (veal-heart sweetbreads alongside a light lettuce salad of bibb, tomato, onion, avocado, salsa criolla and lemon vinaigrette) closer to my place setting and proceed to devour the entire thing. He seems happy that I’m now an advocate for sweetbreads, “The replacement for everyone who’s going to miss foie gras!” and smiles even though there’s none left for him.

Sweetbreads!
To prove that I’m not a total hog, when the empanadas arrive I make a gesture and split the two crescent-shaped pockets in half (one is spinach and ricotta, the other beef) and take a piece of each.  As I munch (both have crisp but not greasy jackets and juicy textured stuffings), I learn that Ushuaia has a fantastic happy hour, and that Javier secretly loves (In-N-Out) hamburgers. Just as I think we might be edging toward our main course, a splashtastic presentation of wild shrimp, scallops, and smoky-sweet Pimenton sauce makes such an arrival that it’s only once we’ve eaten half of the spread that we realize the attention of the room is on us and the iridescent sauce. Startlingly blood-orange and red, Javier points to the powder on the lip of the plate and explains that I should try it. I dab my finger in it and taste it – Pimenton, which is Spanish paprika, is officially the best version of “paprika” since it’s bright, tasty, and truly an easy-going delivery with a side nudge of flavor that’s ideal for seafood.

In perfect timing our steak to split arrives flanked by two triumvirates of sauce because Javier has heard that I’m obsessed with dip. Our talk slows to silence, and then low nonsensical murmurs join our table as swallowing and swooning takes over.

Pimenton: naturally the color of fire
It becomes apparent that we have mutual favorites. The first set of sauces is traditional and can be expected with any of the grilled meats: Chimichurri Norento, Salasa Mia, Salsa Criolla. The second set is to-order and we opt for: Pimienta Verde, Ajos y Tomates Asados, and Salsa Argentina. Quickly disappearing down to the bowls are the Pimienta Verde (creamy peppercorn sauce) and Salsa Argentina (sautéed mushrooms, onion, and what tastes like gravy) and had I been without company, I would have sat on the table and eaten the stuff for days. With a spoon.

Half way through I sit back. In the middle of the breather a side of Humita (creamy corn and bacon) is deposited on the countering side of my placemat and it’s golden, steamy, and practically beaming in yellow glory. If a food could smile, Humita would  grin.

Bife!
When our plates are cleared Javier informs me that dessert is on the way, along with a drink of whiskey sent over by a neighboring table. I raise an eyebrow – at 2pm? While I’m not about to down a glass of the fiery stuff so early in the day, Javier tells me not to worry about waste because he’ll just put it toward a larger top-off of what he already had planned.

Just as I begin to inquire, an opulent sundae glass presents itself. Donning long spoons we dig in, and suddenly I realize what he meant. The Don Pedro, which is chocolate and vanilla ice cream topped with chocolate and caramel sauce, walnuts, and a splash (or shot) of whiskey, is the perfect adult dessert that evokes fond memories of childhood without being too cloying or sweet.

Don Pedro
There’s one more – he waves his hand. The waitress is blushing when she delivers the final dish.  She clasps her hands and does a little bounce. This is my FAVORITE, she punctuates, and then disappears. This is my favorite dessert as well.  Crepes de Dulce de Leche is comprised of crepes, dulce de leche, berries, and vanilla ice cream. The best part is that the dulce de leche drizzle on the coat of the crepe is not just a tease – cut the crepe open and you’ll find a flooding pocket of the heavenly sauce just waiting to ooze out.

If you’ve ever wondered how an interview becomes a meal, and how a 2.5 hour lunch becomes a moment, visit Ushuaia.  Where steaks are cooked medium-rare and the staff is incredibly good looking, while the food isn’t cheap and none of it is zero-calories, when it comes to being full, happy, and impressed,  it only takes one word to summarize why this is the best Argentinian restaurant in Santa Monica: Priceless.

First Fridays

Dessert, next to the Grilled Cheese Truck
First Fridays
Abbot Kinney
Venice, CA 90291
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Type: Food Truck Festival, Seasonal (Monthly) Category: Dinner, Late-Night  
Company: Date, Friends, Visitors, Family, anyone who likes to eat at places other than a table 

Cost: The right to roam Abbot Kinney is free. Food runs at general food-truck pricing - but I spent close to $30 getting a gyro, a drink, a few small desserts - (and a 4th meal at 11pm after hanging out for a while).

Quick-Rec: Bring cash and a high tolerance for delightfully awkward confrontation. 

OTC Tip: You will run in to people you know: The pals you haven't seen for a while, the randoms you hide from, and probably one or two more you can't even begin to intuit. When my friend and I went we ran in to a few friends from our college (years ago) lives, a guy she met (days prior) at a mixer, and our beach bootcamp trainer, Todd. 

Review:
Here's the thing: LA is wise to what draws a crowd. Take a narrow street notorious for being hipstamatic, open it to a drone of 50+ food trucks (ranging from those prodigy to famous restaurants such as Border Grill and Sprinkles to ones that don't own a store front like DumplingStation and Dogzillahotdogs), claim the start is right during rush hour, make parking stereotypical-LA, and there you have it - exclusivity, at it's most alluring.

In sum, First Fridays is the celebrated attempt by LA's gluttonous yuppies of all ages, shapes, and sizes to rival Berkeley's term "gourmet-ghetto" by putting it all on wheels and insisting with no other option that you eat locavorian items on paper plates while sitting on the curb and wiping your hands on your $300 pants.

As timing is everything, FF only happens once a month - on, as implied, the first Friday. In conjunction with the usual "open late" cast of restaurants and bars on Abbot Kinney, this is the one night the neighboring shops selling non-edibles keep the lights on until 10pm as well (not that anybody cares - people are at FF for the food, so such lit doorstops are used for truly nothing other than well-lit picnics) and, of utmost importance, provide enough light so that you don't have to strain your eyes to read the menus on the backs of the trains of parked food trucks.

My (first) First Friday was in April. After putting in the allotted hour to get there during peak traffic hours from Santa Monica, we snagged a parking spot about five minutes from Abbot Kinney (half the battle) and scuttled on over to see what it was all about. Starting at Abbot Kinney and S. Venice Blvd, we decided to walk down AK on one side of the street and back on the other, glance through the parking lot conglomerate, then decide what to eat.

Due to the lines, the large numbers of people on dates, parents with kids, gaggles of friends and hoards of teenagers, the walk that normally would have taken us twenty minutes took close to 45. While FF is definitely not a "quick-eat" and a poor place to go if you are already starving, I promise you will be blindingly drooling after a few minutes of breathing in grease-saturated air and checking out everyone else eating kabob, tacos, potato tornadoes, mini cupcakes, ice cream sandwiches, and every other type of food fusion that fits in the palm of your hand or can be carried on a stick.

The great thing is that everyone is nice. People don't cut in line, take your food, or bitch at you as you try to jostle by. I think if you go to FF you know what you are getting in to, and if you put in the commitment to a) get there and b) find parking, a short wait or constantly wading through crowds for food is a mere side-conversation to...

...What should you eat? Be careful - after a while, every menu starts to look like a list of x-y-z food stuffed/wrapped/fried in or in to the shape of a taco, burrito, quesadilla, or gyro. No complaints, but if you want to a clear winner I recommend eating from the Vizzi Truck (Wagyu Beef Sliders with Truffled Popcorn) since every other person has already told you about the Kogi Truck and the Grilled Cheese truck and I don't want to tread on redundancy.

Yep, they still remember me at Diddy Riese...
Being the sugar fiend and a devout lover of everything cookies and ice cream, when I saw Coolhaus (ice cream sandwich truck) my feet stopped. Also having an unparalleled love for bacon, I went for the special of salty-and-sweet and got the Candied Bacon ice cream between Maple Waffle cookies. Much to the devastation of such adult fantasies, bacon does not make everything better - and I was aptly punished. Sadly, the ice cream was a bit flabby and the cookies a margin too thin.

Then again, Coolhaus MAY just be in an up-hill battle: to this day I'm unconvinced that any sandwich will ever be a fair rival to my college love, Diddy Riese.

Now, I'd be lying if I told you that FF is all PG-13. Most people "of age" grab a bite, linger at a bar on AK (or down by the beach at such establishments as James' Beach) which are but a $5 cab ride away. Here's the key: Make sure to get back to AK around midnight, right before the last of the late-coming food trucks are about to leave (but aren't really, because they are making a killing feeding the post-bar feeding frenzies) and grab a "snack" (I had a Korean bbq quesadilla).

If at this point you are pouting because you live too far away or work too late to make a First Friday, don't cry - you can always find one of the prized food trucks by following your choice on twitter - most tweet their daily locations so you can have your very own foodfest from wheels any day, time, and place of the week.

Everyone else, you are in luck: First Fridays (May) is this Friday (5/6)! See you there.

Sweet Lady Jane

"I'll take this slice, thanks"
Sweet Lady Jane
1631 Montana Ave
Santa Monica, CA 90403
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Type: Cafe, Late Night
Category: Breakfast, Brunch, Lunch, Dinner, Dessert
Company: Date, Friends, Family, Visitors
Cost: $7.50+/slice

Quick-Rec: Cake for breakfast, lunch, or dinner? Yes, please. SLJ is open Sunday-Wed, 6:30am to 10:00pm and Thurs-Sat, 6:30am to 11pm, which means you can eat dessert first at pretty much any hour of the day.

OTC Tip: If you want anything (i.e. your slice of pie) a la mode, you will have to BYO - Jane offers pretty much everything except for ice cream, and that's not going to change.

Review:
"Why are you taking pictures of my cakes?" a cheery gentleman inquires boisterously as I aim my camera at his cake case.
"Because...I love them" I gush. He nods. Good answer, I note, and thankfully - apparently, I had just met Paul, the GM of SLJ on Montana (the original location is in WeHo).

I've been a SLJ customer for years. Taking a hiatus here and there due to my varying schedule and the less-than desirable commute from West LA to WeHo during the collision of evening traffic and prime dessert time, despite everything SLJ has maintained its spot in my heart as THE cakery for four reasons:

1. Slices of high-end cake, deli-style: along with availability of the typical bakery fare (think: whole cakes, cookies, breads, tarts, muffins) at all hours, SLJ notoriously sells slices of boutique-quality cake, pie, trifle, etc. Sure, you say, aren't there other places (like Susie Cakes) that does the same thing..?

2....Oh, but all those bakeries aren't open until 10pm during the week and 11pm during the weekend. Yep, so just when are finishing a late dinner or getting home from that post-work run, SLJ isn't just closing on you - in fact, they are staying open late just for you.

3. The staff. During my just-post-collegiate days when I could put down a slice and a half or so of cake in one sitting, the servers at SLJ WeHo would give us the "end piece" just so they could witness the sugared gluttony, and sometimes even plunk themselves down and join us with a cup of tea and sugar-centered banter. The smiling faces at SLJ on Montana are no different.

4. And now: SO CLOSE TO HOME. With the opening of SLJ on Montana in Santa Monica, I can now fuel my stamina for everything sweet for breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert - all within ten minutes of my abode. I'm so happy it fits in to my schedule again - which will be about the only thing I fit in to within a month's time, guaranteed.

Back to Paul, the GM of SLJ on Montana. Not only was he an absolute delight to ensnare in the "What's your favorite...Have you had the Trifle? The Almond Roca?" frequent-customer game, but despite refusing to join me for a picture, he indulged my "Will you take a picture of me with my cake.." plea and even knocked it up a notch by handing me the cake from which it came (Chocolate Strawberry) to truly bring out the rose in my cheeks.

Luckily, I didn't drop anything, so our (I'm sure, brief) parting was not only amicable, but so fabulous that I pledged to tell every single person I came in to contact with there after (this morning) to go to Sweet Lady Jane. No excuses, it's open late! And tell Paul I say "Hi, XOXOXO."