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Kiddie Cups & Churlish Serve-Ups: Extra Virgin.
My husband has always hated Extra Virgin. I think the vibe is too LA-hipster for him (he would loathe Succotash!). Nevertheless, we’ve supped at EV on several occasions; the small plates menu has something for everyone and the patio is very inviting. And that is where my praise abruptly ends.
Last night, I suffered through an astonishingly subpar meal that included undercooked food, insults from the wait staff, and tableware tailor-made for preschoolers (which my kids might have appreciated if they weren’t at home in bed).
First, the insults. Our waiter was surly and seldom seen. When we tried to clarify our order, he cut us off and barked “Got it, Got it” before disappearing.
When I asked if there was anything distinctive about the Lebanese Hummus, he sniped “the origin of hummus is Lebanon.” Excuse Me?!
Our water came in very plastic, very neon tumblers with no ice.
Hoping that the food would turn everything around, we waited expectantly for our plates.
My friend, Christie, ordered Churros & Chocolate. The presentation was nice, but when she bit into her enticing dessert, raw, gushy batter oozed out from the center.
And at $7 for a small plate, I was expecting my Greek Salad to be something special - perhaps with a generous block of feta or farmers market tomatoes. Instead, I was served a paltry portion of a Panera style salad with limp, browning lettuce and a smattering of cherry tomatoes. Now, I like Panera as much as the next person, but expect a tad more out of a celebrated eatery like EV.
Christie did enjoy an excellent cocktail, a ruby hued concoction with orange slices and whole bing cherries at the bottom. And I lucked out with a decent dessert, the tartly tempting Peach Crotada. Unfortunately, these highlights were not enough to count the meal a success.
The next time I am looking for a light bite, I will count Extra Virgin out.
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