Something strange happens when you travel west of La Cienega Boulevard here in LA--the blondes get less natural, the girls look like they could use a steak (or 2 or 3 or 4), and the boys put a lot more gel in their hair (though unlike my eastside neighborhood, no one's pretending they didn't spend hours getting ready).
Though we had to navigate our way through the skinny, blonde, gel-laden crowd at Dominick's to get to our lovely table on the twinkling patio last night, the trek was worth it. The $15 Sunday Supper was such a deal, I felt a little guilty as we paid our tab. Our succulent bbq'd duck legs fell apart at the touch of a fork, and everyone at our table eagerly eyed the extra spoonfuls of creamy polenta left on the family-style serving platter that bore the ducks. And though the shells of the tartuffos (small scoops of vanilla ice cream in hard chocolate shells, with a cherry center) were so difficult to cut into, we were afraid of a Pretty Woman-like food-flying incident, they were cool and refreshing on an unseasonably hot spring day.
Next Sunday, Dominick's is serving up fennel and parmesan salad, tortiglioni with sausage and peppers, and blood orange sorbet, so make your online reservation while you can, and be sure to request a table on the patio.
8715 Beverly Blvd
West Hollywood, CA 90048