The first dedicated restaurant from Aussie hunk Curtis Stone silenced all skeptics, with the chef rising above his schmoozy celebrity status to prove he can dazzle at the helm of his own kitchen. Each month, a brings a new nine-course menu based around single ingredient: avocado, fig, black truffle, etc. Causes foodies to rhapsodize endlessly, so chic 25 seat space always full. Call ahead…way.
Ambitious Beverly Hills Japanese throws its share of culinary curves. Gravitate to Seasonal Special menu, tied to the Washoku tradition of season-focused cooking. Or for the pinnacle experience, just go all Omakase, and leave your dining fate to former Matsuhisa chef Shige Fujimoto. The gorgeous, arched-ceilinged space has a sort of Euro zen vibe.
Molto di moda hotel has drawn marquee celebs—Eva Longoria, Minnie Driver, Richard Branson—as well as Italy’s fashion royalty since being opened by Cipriani progeny Ignazio and Maggio in 2011. They come for the hotel’s cool Mediterranean chic – like a bit of Positano or Capri on Beverwil Drive – with a few lavish Venetian flourishes. Pretty people gather for poolside cocktails or for Cip Italian classics and kiss-kiss scene at namesake in-house restaurant. Live jazz in Lobby Lounge.
The indoor/outdoor seating speaks more to cool cats and urbanites, thanks to chef Wes Lieberher, plucked from Beer Belly. Hearty and innovative dishes are front and center for meals but real highlight is the cocktail program with spice-inspired elixirs. Sexy music gives good atmosphere.
In this “secret” sushi spot within trendy sushi spot Sugarfish, there’s just one seating for lunch, one for dinner. Those clever enough to score a rezzy are treated to Osamu Fujita’s exquisite creations, which may include Japanese jellyfish, Hokkaido scallop nigiri and ankimo (monkfish liver). It’s all omakase, meaning you put your trust in the chef. Genuinely an experience.
Swanky London-bred Cantonese sexes up the Hills of Beverly. Glamorous clientele, indigo and granite accents, and east-meets-west menu of dim sum, stir fry, and assorted Asian oddities. Signature black pepper ribeye torments the size-zero set, everyone else calls it a well-earned splurge.
This men’s club is the type of place metrosexuals, homosexuals and girlfriend’s boyfriends crash for a manly makeover. It’s all about the haircuts here (John Allan trained under Jean Louis David back in the day), though the standard full-service visit includes a shoeshine, scalp massage, manicure and hot towel. Bring the boys: there’s a pool table, craft beer and TVs in a lounge to simply chill out while the girlfriend, boyfriend or boyfriend’s girlfriend shops upstairs.
We scream for fancy ice cream. The made-to-order ice cream shop uses liquid nitrogen and local organic ingredients to produce some serious scoops of our worst guilty pleasure ever. Flavors like Blue Velvet Cupcake (with sweet cream cheese icing) and Salt Lick Crunch (with pretzel pieces, caramel and sea salt) are guaranteed to form a habit. Visit with caution.
The longtime LA restaurant Burns family helm this maritime-feeling spot next door to WME. Expect a relaxed, quiet evening with Chef Romeo Garcia dishing steaks, oysters in the half shell, and wood-fired meats, fish, and pizzas. Order a martini, a crispy chicken chipotle pizza, and try not to eavesdrop on all the deals happening around you.