See and be scene, the West Hollywood scene, that is.
Now, what does that mean? The area was hopping, even on a Sunday night. Much of the festivity was spilling out onto the streets as we circled Olivetta looking for parking (I have a new car and didn't want to trust its cream interior to valets). We luckily found free parking about four blocks away on Melrose and enjoyed the walk past all the interesting venues available, if that is your thing.
My thing? Great, interesting food in a spotless, hopefully gorgeous, environment with perfect smells and bells (music, upbeat if poss). Olivetta did a good job on all of this.
Why not great, why four stars instead of five? First of all, I hate parking in that area even with all the great peop-peeping. I was happy to walk, but would prefer to have more convenient parking options. It took almost 30 minutes to find a good spot.
Secondly, while the greeter at the door was friendly and welcoming, the reception inside was a bit chilly. They walk you in while telling you that, for the privilege of hundreds of dollars, you can only stay for two hours (presumably your table is booked following?) and no photography allowed. Well, that was annoying. I see others have violated that proscription, so you will have to look at the pictures on this Yelp site to see what I am describing. I might have infracted myself but the wait staff - seemingly endless numbers of them - were parked with us in full view, so, no go. I took out my phone to check email and they seemed poised to pounce. Sheesh! And, why, for pete's sake? Celebs dining there don't want to be exposed. Okey doke, no problem.
We were the most dressed up people there -- oh, not that there wasn't skin abounding, there was that -- but as for true elegant glamour, I saw no one else attempting it except this NYer who knows how to match the tariff with the threads, iykwim. Still, I see their point. A producer with a starlet were on one side of us and a table of three 20-something girls flanked our other side, speaking all night of their six-figure jewelry purchases. Hmmm.
The food was good, nothing stellar. Italian in a very go-west-young-man kind of way. It was barely Mediterranean. I ordered the olives with Parmesan and got a tiny bowl with maybe a dozen small black ones (with pits) and four large green. The cheese were five smallish chunks, good, but not exceptional. One of the people that came with me had the King Salmon and a gigantic nest of very skinny fries. The fries were accompanied by two dips -- one was a garlic/horseradish/mustard aioli that was very tasty. The other was clearly bottled catsup. Really?
I ordered the cashew pesto rigatoni and the bowl that came was large and appetizing. I could only eat about a third of it. We ordered the fire roasted Brussel sprouts for the table. They were a bit over-singed, but light and tasty and the portion was large. Two of us ordered the Double Double vegan burger and pronounced it excellent. It came with no sides at all but was quite large, stacked high with greens, vegan cheese, sauces and tomato. Nicely done. We split two desserts: the brown sugar pudding topped with good creme fraiche and the blackberry upside down cake, infused with liqueur and sided with vanilla ice cream. It was beautiful in addition to being delicious. The portions were each large enough for two to share. We had excellent Arnold Palmers and I topped my evening off with a lovely cafe latte.
The server, Camilla, was polite and smiling. The minute we dropped even a crumb on the table, one or another person was there to sweep it into a little table duster. At one point, one of our diners left the table to make a phone call and while they were gone, Camilla folded and re-rolled their napkin. It was pretty inside, not stunning. Very loud atmosphere from diners talking and silverware interacting with glassware. There was music in the background, not live.
By the way, they rigorously enforce vaccination rules. We had to show our cards and our ID, both, but the greeter was warmly apologetic about that. That at least mitigated the fact that very few people showed masks and the tables were only about three feet apart. The place was packed the whole time we were there. We stepped back out onto the scene on Melrose just about 90 minutes after being seated, per our reservation. We didn't have to wait at all and I liked our location right as you entered the main room, on a bench sporting an elegant back-pillow for each seat. Btw, Olivetta accepts cash but does not give change.
All in all, we enjoyed the place and talked about it all the way back, which only took about 35 minutes, happily. Would I return? Only if friends want to try it together. For the many Benjamins, I want to try another place along these lines, first. I do think the prices were a bit high for the return on food and vibe. read more