There must be something about landing at an airport, being whisked away by your host to a hot restaurant and diving into a boisterous and fabulous meal. We did it a few years ago into Hong Kong for New Year's Eve, and we did it last Friday night into Burbank.
Our hosts were George, Cecille and Perry. The restaurant was the Lazy Ox Canteen, in Little Tokyo, downtown LA.
Aside from the noise (way past "11"), the vibe was appropriately energetic, the food was exciting and the company was marvelously wonderful (or maybe it was wonderfully marvelous).
It's hardly worth looking at the menu on the Lazy Ox web-site, because I can only see one item - the hand-torn pasta with sunny side egg, brown butter and fines herbes - that was on the menu last Friday. That was one of my favorite dishes, but had to compete hard with the luxurious chicken and duck liver mousse, the crunchy and succulent fava bean salad, and the scrumptious pork confit in tomato soup while every other dish (the Sea Bream, Yellowtail, even the Romaine Salad) had more going on than a Brazilian carnival. And I mean that in a good, good way.
Believe it or not, some of us had space for dessert, and were rewarded with Butterscotch, Blackberry Crumble and Rice Pudding that put the dent in decadent.
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