Glendale, November 21—
THE CULTURE CAFES here in Los Angeles seem all to be run by either Wolfgang Puck or Joachim Splichal: of the two, I lean to the former. We ate tonight at the latter, though, thinking another brasserie might make an entertaining comparison with yesterday's meal. And besides, we were going to a late concert in Disney Hall, and Kendall's Brasserie was right next door. Alas, it wasn't up to yesterday.I had an okay salad with a sliced of St. Nectaire atop; then a half roast chicken with french fries. The chicken did not taste chickeny, to use Julia Child's word; it tasted feathery. I don't think I'd go back -- sorry, Kendall.
Decent Martini; forgettable red wine
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