Today was a momentous day for me. For the first time, a woman actually took me to lunch. Sure, it was my boss. And sure, she was only doing it because she was so happy to be getting rid of me. But still, I must say, it felt nice.
We decided on a little place in Westlake that I’d always wanted to try, but had never seemed to make room for. It’s called Galletto and its specialty is Brazilian food. Which is a lot of meat. Think BBQ meets Italian with some Latin flavor thrown in.
Galleto – Next to Natural Café at the intersection of Townsgate and Westlake Blvd, in Westlake Village
We arrived around 11:30am for an early lunch. They were just opening and there were only a couple other tables that were occupied. It was a nice day so we decided to sit out on the patio. The first thing I noticed was that the chairs were very awkward. Instead of allowing you to sit back, the high backed chairs forced you forward toward the table. This was fine once the food arrived, but it deprived me of one of my favorite things while dining out: sitting back and enjoying a little conversation.
While looking over the menu, I asked my boss what she had eaten here previously. She let me know that the Brazilian chicken was excellent and that ended up being the dish she ordered. I kept flipping through the menu and was stopped by the sandwich section. They have a sandwich called the Braziribs sandwich, which they claim was voted one of the Top 5 sandwiches in L.A. by Los Angeles Magazine. Talk about a “you had me at hello” moment. From then on it was all I could think about. Continue reading
My Mom and I went out on Sunday for Father’s day. Since my Dad passed a few years back, we’ve kinda made it into a little family tradition. Usually we go someplace nice because that’s what Mom deserves. This year, I gave her three options to choose from and since she was in the mood for seafood, she picked Fins in Westlake.
Fins – Westlake Blvd. and Townsgate in Westlake Village
I was pretty excited to eat here because I had heard good things. The decor is upscale and the service is professional, if not overly so. We got there on time for our reservation and were sat immediately. Things seemed to be starting off quite nicely.
It has been a long time since I’ve had a waitress put my napkin in my lap for me. I find the practice annoying and was put off when the waitress grabbed my napkin and unceremoniously dropped it in my lap. I was even more annoyed when she did the same thing to my mom. I mean, this is Westlake Village, not Beverly Hills. Here’s my new rule: If jackets aren’t required to dine, don’t touch my damn napkin. Continue reading
I can’t let Mikey be the fish taco guy for the site. I just can’t. Not when I’ve only just begun to have an appreciation for them. So in response to Mikey’s fish taco ecstacy at Spencer Makenzie’s, I decided to take on a healthier fish taco in a quaint little mexican place in Westlake Village.
The Sea Casa – Corner of Westlake and Agoura Rd. Westlake Village
I had seen this place quite a few times, but resisted going in because there are so many great mexican food options around. It wasn’t until a friend told me they had the best shrimp tacos that I really took an interest. Continue reading
Jack’s Deli in Westlake has been around for quite a while, but I’d never been there. I’d only heard the mixed review from friends and acquaintances. At least until last week, when I had two reliable sources tell me that Jack’s has two things that I love, good breakfast and a nice Monte Cristo.
For those of you who don’t know, the Monte Cristo is the king of sandwiches. You might have thought pastrami would have the crown, or perhaps the philly cheesesteak, or anything not from subway. But you’d be wrong. The Monte Cristo is a triple-decker ham, turkey and swiss sandwich, which is dipped in egg batter, fried a golden brown that would make Scrooge McDuck blush, lovingly dusted in powdered sugar and served with a side of raspberry jam. In essence, it is breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert all rolled into one.
Worth the heart attack? Um, Hell Yes!
Because I’m a horrible son, I’m going to be out of town this Sunday. Lucky for me, my Mom still manages, somehow, to love me. In fact, she let me take her out for a pre-mother’s day dinner in order to make up for being such a jerk. I decided that I’d better make it a good one, so I decided to go to Westlake’s answer to Mastro’s in Thousand Oaks: The Grill on the Alley.
Back at the end of February, I hit the apple pan which is an L.A. burger landmark. Since then, I’ve been mired in Veggieburgerland, waiting for the right moment to break free. I found that excuse in The Counter’s new Westlake Village location. Until now, the closest location to have one of The Counter’s legendary burgers was Santa Monica. Now that they’ve infiltrated Ventura county, I think I might have to find a way to make their burgers a weekly habit.
The Counter – Lindero Cyn Rd. and Russell Ranch Rd in Westlake Village
I made two visits to The Counter this week. One on opening day, April 6th, and one today. The first time around I had a veggie burger, but today I had beef, glorious, hormone free, humanely raised beef. For those of you who care about such things, The Counter gets their beef from Meyer Farms. Here is their promise to the consumer: Continue reading
So I’m a big food TV fan, but I haven’t been watching much lately since Mikey has a good grip on Hell’s Kitchen and Top Chef is in hibernation for now. I did manage to catch the new show called Chopped on NBC. Guess what? They cancelled that shizz yesterday. Oh well, there weren’t any interesting peeps on there anyway.
Back to my celebrity chef fetish… I don’t normally act on it by going to their restaurants (except TC Betty’s Grub in LA & Brian’s Oceanaire in SD). I also tend to stay away from the store products that celebs schill for. If you must know, I only buy Paul Newman tomato sauces. Have you ever seen Cool Hand Luke? What a badass that guy was.
So for the first time in forever, I bowed down to the cult of chef celebrity by having lunch at Wolfgang Puck’s L.A. Bistro in Westlake. And it goes a little something like this… Continue reading