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.
Bread. I love it, especially when it’s well made. But I freely admit that I try to avoid it. I’m of a certain age and weight when the dangers of too much free carb styling can take a toll. But how hard is that to do now? It’s really hard with all the neighborhood bakeries opening all over town. Yesterday I checked out 
The other day, my daughter Hannah and I stopped by Surfas. It always surprises me when she wants to go there, since their prepared food is, lets just say..um..esoteric. She ordered the 72 layer biscuit with ham and cheese and drank a Bubble Up. Oh to be 13, 5’5” and weigh 98 lbs. After that, as we crossed over into the store, a fellow cradling a basket of hot baguettes narrowly missed running into me as he made his way to his station or should I say ‘kingdom’, because this guy rules!
Shakespeare once wrote, “a place for all reasons and all seasons” and those words are a great intro to Coupa Café, a lively restaurant and wine bar situated on North Canon Drive in Beverly Hills. I know there are about 15 restaurants along that well-known restaurant row and at least 13 of them are Italian and another one is Chinese. So if you are looking to dine on cuisine that is different and delicious then the Venezuelan treats at Coupa Café are your best bet. A very welcoming aura pervades the spacious dining room, with the umber painted walls, friendly bar and large outside patio. Well-informed staff serve breakfast, lunch and dinner and can answer any of your questions.
I know I’m really late to the game on this one, but I finally went to
Fraiche in Culver City. I’m not going to lie, it wasn’t just chance that
kept me from trying it. It’s not that I don’t want to give Culver City
a chance. I do. And I have. I’ve been to Wilson – terrible and
terribly expensive (good riddance). I’ve been to Akasha (and will
probably go back)—I highly recommend the lamb sliders, but it’s a
little expensive for me. I’ve even been to Royal/T where, although I do
like the idea of eating in an interactive art gallery, the food is only
so-so and there are way too many children running around. But my mom
would not stop raving about Fraiche. So I
decided to swallow my bias about Culver City and try it. Plus, Matt and
I really needed to go on a date—for both of our sakes.