The Distinguished Gourmand: Nest at WP24
When last we checked in with Dinner Club For Day People, the seven of us were dining downtown at Otium. Remember that whole diatribe I wrote about Nate discarding his gum on a communal plate? Classic Dinner Club moment! Since then we’ve been to Toca Madera (which…I don’t know… I don’t really think I want to review that place) and we’ve struggled to get everyone together on the same night. This past week Mark, Louise and I had a small Dinner Club meeting. Call it Dinner Club .5. Louise chose Nest at WP24 as the location. Her “celebrity guest” for this installment of Dinner Club was her childhood friend Jenny.
WP24 is the Wolfgang Puck restaurant on the 24th floor of the Ritz Carlton near (at?) L.A. Live downtown. I guess Nest is the next door restaurant/lounge concept that isn’t quite WP24? I wasn’t too clear on the details. I suppose I could have asked, since I was the first to arrive and had no one but the bartender to talk to. I sat at the bar and ordered a new cocktail, the “Bourbon Barrel-Aged Japanese Old Fashioned.” The concept was confusing to me. Isn’t every Old Fashioned made with bourbon technically aged in bourbon barrels? Either way, it was one of the smokier preparations I’ve tasted. It was pretty good but not, you know, $26-per-drink good. Or was that the yuzu jalapeno cocktail? I really need to start looking at the prices on some of these menus. $50 for two drinks is absurd. I drank wine the rest of the night. They had a pinot noir from Melville that I quite enjoyed.
Once our full party arrived we were seated in the beautiful dining room. There were tables enclosed in little nest-like structures (Get it? Nest!? It all makes sense now!) overlooking the city. By following proper “ladies first” protocol I got to the table last, and hence had to sit with my back to the windows. My view was of Louise and the door to the kitchen. We met our server Vanessa, and fairly quickly the parade of dishes began. We toasted Louise. We talked about work, and the other people in Dinner Club, and our server Vanessa. We forgot the usual tradition of going around the table stating what we are thankful for. Some of us bent the rules of “Dress for Success” even though I broke out my fancy black dress pants for the first time in dinner club history, I think. Here’s a dish by dish breakdown, except for the bao. The bao were the highlight of the meal (I think?) and they were so good I forgot to photograph them. Whoops! More wine!
So there you have it! Dinner Club est mort, at least for the next month or so. I imagine sometime around late April Mark or I will organize the next meeting. Louise claimed on the Dinner Club email chain that I’m choosing next, which would be nice since it’s my birthday in late April, but we’ll see how the calendar shakes out. Calendars “shake out,” right? Like coconuts from a tree, or pins and needles from a restless leg. These are the days of ou–
Nope, not gonna say it.
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