The Distinguished Gourmand: Rosaline
You’ll have to excuse me. I barely returned from Las Vegas an hour ago, so any typos or misinformation contained herein should be attributed to my having spent the last 72+ hours in a constant state of intoxication and sensation overload. I’ll likely spend the next few days recapping this year’s Psycho Las Vegas festival, but I need another 24 hours or so to compile all my pictures and video. Clearing my head a bit probably won’t hurt as well. Instead, today you get a belated Dinner Club update.
The last time Dinner Club got together we were enjoying — and then growing tired of — a feast at Rossoblu. This month’s dinner was planned by Club member Nate, who did a great job of keeping us in suspense about the identity of his special guest (and by that I mean he spoiled it during our last Dinner Club meeting). The successful venture marked the fourth completed meal in four consecutive months. Go us! We’ve almost made this a regular thing. Maryn technically has until the end of September to book our next meal, and according to her she’s already got some potential destinations in mind.
Rosaline is one of the hottest new restaurants in Los Angeles right now, and for good reason. The latest concept from Ricardo Zarate (of Mo Chica and Picca fame) has been garnering rave reviews and hard-to-attain reservations since its recent opening. I fell in love with Mo Chica early after moving to Los Angeles. It was a regular dinner destination for me until its move downtown. I guess you could say an early incarnation of Dinner Club convened there when Nate, Mark, Louise and my mom all dined there one night. When Picca opened I again raced to try it. Then, suddenly, in a span of about two years Zarate lost his restaurants and disappeared from the LA restaurant scene. Earlier this year Mamacita appeared at Hollywood and Highland out of nowhere. And now, in the former Comme Ça (RIP – [crying emoji]) space on Melrose, he’s opened Rosaline.
Mark and David arrived soon after. We sent everyone a selfie to mark our arrival. A lot of selfies were taken tonight but I’ll spare you having to see them all. Just know that Nate and Kelie arrived soon after, and then Maryn and Amanda texted that they were going to arrive at 9:40 for our 8:30 reservation. Thankfully Maryn realized her typo and adjusted their ETA to 8:40. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Once they entered the restaurant we were quickly escorted to our table. We had a little private area in the back of the dining room, which had an open ceiling and a nice view of the sky (which was black, and we’re in LA, but maybe pretend you could see stars or something…). When our waiter asked if he wanted still or sparkling water I think three of us immediately shouted “TAP WATER!” Ever since Beauty & Essex we’ve been on guard to protect against being charged for our water.
More dessert talk ensued. We discussed the impending eclipse. Does anybody care? I think the consensus was “No, no one cares.” Kelie and Amanda both asked why I didn’t invite them to Palm Springs last weekend. “Can we do a joint birthday in Palm Springs?” Kelie asked. What is this, I make plans for two consecutive weekends in one month and now suddenly I’m the go-to person to plan big elaborate weekends out of town for a large group of people? No thanks. I’ll have you all know that the Palm Springs weekend was entirely planned and executed by one of my coworkers. All I had to do was slip him $50. My entire weekend in Vegas was planned and executed by Ian. All I had to do was Venmo him for the hotel room. I’m not smart nor savvy enough to do that kind of thing on my own. Sorry!
Maryn was way too drunk, so she and Kelie went home after dinner. Everyone else decided to treat Ben to the meal (is he the first guest to not pay for Dinner Club?), and then we walked over to Roger Room for a nightcap. On our way out the door, Nate spotted Chef Ricardo in a corner booth near the kitchen. He and one of his friends/business partners greeted us and asked how we liked the meal. I kept quiet and let Nate do all the talking. Then we shook hands and left. I drank my go-to bourbon drink (“Thug”) at Roger Room. Then I hailed an Uber and raced home so I could get a few hours of sleep before driving to Vegas.
Dinner Club, we’ll meet again next month at a destination of Maryn’s choosing.
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