Marriage is a beautiful thing: the union of two people who perfectly complement one another. So be it with food. And what better way to appreciate them both than at Hatfield’s, an epicurean labor of love for husband-and-wife chef team Quinn and Karen Hatfield.
Due to both poor time management and navigational skills, we arrived unfashionably late on a Friday night. Despite our tardiness, we were graciously welcomed like old friends, albeit old friends who are known for being late. Bourbon, lemon juice and prosecco played nice (for once) in the perfect, pre-dinner French 95 cocktail. Flaky cheddar biscuits were served with perfectly spread-able butter, and it is well known that butter serving temperature is an art form not easily mastered. By the time our delightful amuse bouche of quail eggs and parsnip soup made its way over, we knew we’d be back.
I've studied wine for a decade and have worked on my palate,
expanding my personal taste to include styles from all over the world.
Red, white, sparkling, dessert. I've tried them all. Yet, when it came
to food, I still treated most meals as the means to an end – which was
drinking great wine. So the fact that I've dined at the Petrossian Cafe
twice in 3 weeks is more than a little out of character. It wasn't
until I started following a bunch of LA foodies this past spring on
Twitter that I realized how limited my experience with food really was.
I was embarrassed by the long list of delicacies that I had never eaten
and was actually afraid to put in my mouth. So, I started making a
concentrated effort to eat outside my comfort zone and jump on the
foodie bandwagon. Within the last six months I've eaten Wellfleet
oysters on the half shell (a must when on Cape Cod), Escargot a La Bourguignonne
(anything smothered in garlic and butter tastes good) and a Scotch Egg
(a deep-fried delight).
Hungry! Need. Food. Now. There are times when eating becomes the thing I have
to do before anything else. Knowing of close-to-home restaurants is of
paramount importance to me. Luckily, there’s a plethora of places in
my Atwater Village-Silver Lake neighborhood to choose from. Gingergrass
is one. I know that I can drive over and if it’s early enough, get a
table and have food in front of me within forty minutes. If it’s later
and the place is full, I can call an order in and pick it up. There’s
value in both of these.
Chef Ricardo Zarate has proven once and again his blossoming creativity
of modern cuisine, all while never losing sight of his roots. I had the
pleasure of meeting Chef Zarate back in April while dinning at his
original restaurant, Mo-Chica in south Los Angeles. I was with my
parents, and we had the distinct opportunity to enjoy his company while
discussing our beloved Peru. As my parents and I left the restaurant for
the evening, my dad commented that Chef Zarate was so humble
considering his accomplishments, and my mom said he had very kind eyes.
At that time, his newest restaurant Picca was still under construction.
Fast forward a few months, and we have the newest, hippest, most
delicious place to dine in LA: Picca Peruvian Cantina!
In many places in the world a bakery is often the nexus of a neighborhood. A place where the locals meet to buy baked goods and bread. Bread, the so-called ’staff of life,’ is inexpensive
nourishment to many people. Slowly but surely The Village Bakery and
Cafe has become the nexus of our Atwater Village neighborhood. Much
like their sisters in Europe, it has a walk up counter with a shelf of
various types of bread behind.