It struck me a wee bit strange when I told fellow foodies that I had dined at RL for a solo Saturday night dinner. Not for the fact this place has awesome initials, (its true!), or that I was dining alone, but rather it was for dinner. Oodles of fans gushed over their love for the brunch and lunch here. Mentioning about this martini, or this mimosa or how their eyes lit up and then rolled back in to ecstasy over the amazingness of the service and food they had here. Um.. yeah. I had dinner here, not brunch, but it was wonderful none the less.
Arriving sans reservation, I arrived early. Sitting in the dining room I was escorted quickly to a small two top off to the side, yet it gave me a really great view of the place. Let's talk about the place. At first, it was a little romanticized. Good lighting, sparkling silverware, shimmering glasses, candles adding softness, white and brass swimming in a slight haze of lusciousness. Paintings and photos every where, so much to see so much to watch. Servers whizzing by with bright smiles, making even the newly initiated at ease with friendly banter. Captains, (these would be the folks in tuxes), saying hello to all the tables, making them feel warm and welcomed, like old friends returning from a long voyage. So easy to get swept up in the hustle and bustle, the vibe is pure money, (as in "You are so money.." as well as there is some serious money sitting around in here), it gave me a small wry smile to sit and witness such exchanges.
Really though, let's move on from the atmosphere and high end service, we need to discuss some vittles.
Did I imbibe in my usual champagne? Nope. (Stop gasping! It happens..) I sat back with a starter of Crab Louis. Luxurious crab, avocado, placed gently on bib lettuce and tomatoes with a heaping pour of tangy thousand island dressing. The first thing that jumps out to me in a word, freshness. The simple ingredient, sometimes the missing one, that takes the mundane to the sublime. Here, there will be no mundaneness to be had. I wondered where was the garden where they had picked these wonderful veggies because simply these had to have been picked mere minutes before being served to me.
Next up, the stuffed pork loin, filled with mushrooms, cherries, spinach cooked to your specifications, (mine was medium), and served with ample portion of heaven. Oh... what is heaven? Oh just a porcini cream sauce, with subtle complex flavors created by angels, with a sheen so sheeny that it screams enough calories to send you to heaven. Or hell. Depends who you are. The sauce was a tantalizing treat for my taste buds, several sinful moments on my lips that will leave me repenting with hours on the stair master. But dang yo.. it was worth it. I choose to do a side of brussel sprouts, simply done with butter and shallots. Who knew they could taste so crisp? So warm? So devilishly wonderful? Apparently RL knows..
For dessert I was in for a special treat. Key Lime pie was the choice to finish me off. Decadent, creamy, rich with just the right balance of sugar and tartness. However as I enjoyed that, I savored the flavor of another treat, Moroccan Tea. This rare treat, enjoyed by some of the elites, made by the one, the only Abdel. (I hope I got his name right!) He is the only one who makes it. A perfected blend of mint, green tea, sugar and a skill crafted over years of practice created the most balanced, delicious and amazing cups of tea I have ever had. Pulled at table side, I couldn't help but enjoy the smell and then take the flavor all in. I am not a tea fan. Ever. This tea I loved. That should speak volumes for this man and his skills.
A pretty penny is spent, but for a restaurant with such distinguished initials, I can not but help but sit back and enjoy this meal, the experience and yet a too brief of a time. I guess this means I need to stop on by again. Oh. Gosh. Darn. It. read more