Santa Monica, Nov. 20—
BROWN WOOD PANELLING, mirrors, shelves of bottles, oysters, banquettes, tile floors, long aprons. You're in a brasserie. You expect a short menu, a comfort level, quick quiet service. On our way over, steak frites, I thought, then remembered I'd had a fine steak just last night. Well, maybe chicken.
But we were not in Paris; we were in Santa Monica, at Anisette. I had a chicken sandwich with a side of fine French-fries, thin-cut and well salted. When the waiter asked doubtfully if I'd like catsup with them I joked that I'd prefer aïoli. I'll bring some right away, he said. It was stiff, creamy, and quite garlicky, just the way you'd want it. Lindsey had a butter-lettuce salad with a nice vinaigrette and some pumpkin-filled ravioli, not exactly brasserie food to my way of thinking but, she said, delicious.
Pacherinc du Vic Bihl, Mas de Felines, 2008
2 comments:
Charles, have you eaten at Graffiti in Petaluma. Right in town, along the river -- a bar and restaurant. We ate there for the second time last Saturday -- remembering it from about 3 years ago.
They're continuously open, and we got served the full menu at 3:45 in the afternoon. The salads were terrific, but my monkfish was a bit tough (probably not fresh), but M's seared ahi was world class. Excellent (generous) drinks, and a lovely Chardonnay which I forgot to record.
You should develop an iPhone app which searches Eating Every Day by city, neighborhood, and type of food. For me it would be a thousand times more useful than Yelp, which out of desperation I use though I disbelieve most of the posts. You — or in this case Curtis Faville — I could trust every time.
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