Last Thursday, my Fab Man Dan and I decided to meet after work at the new swanky bar and restaurant, “The Tar Pit” on La Brea. It was around 8:30 when I arrived, and the place was packed! My sweetie hadn’t shown up yet, so I saw a man leaving his seat at the bar and nabbed it. As I was sitting down the woman next to the empty seat turned and said, “I’m saving this for my friend who is coming”. I smiled and politely told her I was going to sit down and order a drink.
I got my drink, a mint, lime and gin number and was fab. Ordered a fried artichoke appetizer, super yummy!
Ten minutes sailed by and suddenly, the woman’s friend showed up. She turned to me and said, “My friend is here, we’ll need your seat now. You’ll have to move!” I politely told her that wasn’t happening. I would be sitting there until my table was ready. Okay, maybe I wasn’t uber polite, but I was firm and really, I was not antagonistic. She then went ballistic, telling me I was a bitch and that I had taken ‘her friend’s’ seat. For the next five minutes… she huffed and puffed about how rude I was. I pointedly ignored her. So did everyone else in the bar.
Dan showed up and we left and got our table. Okay, so normally, I would just let this go. And I tried to. But it made me hate the place. Granted it was full of scenesters. Not really my style. Lots of overdressed, very loud people who don’t quite look at anyone, but look awfully good while not doing it. Then I thought, hell, maybe I was the one who committed the social wrong. Maybe I shouldn’t have taken the seat, ordered and pretty much drank my drink and ate my snack, when she was saving the seat. But I figured, this isn’t high school cafeteria time. It’s not cool to ‘save’ a seat when there are lots of folks waiting. So I did my thing.
On the plus side, the food was excellent! We ordered a butter lettuce salad and the dressing was a perfect french viniagarette. Hard to find. They called it a Green Goddess dressing, but it was a lite piece of perfection. We shared some pickled deviled eggs… super yummy. Then ordered the steak Diane. It was excellent. The prices were not too bad. All the wines were marked at $38 per bottle. Mark Peel, who also owns Campanile really can deliver on the food and drinks.
But, yuck on the atmosphere. Loud, weird and uncomfortable. There are booths, which looked way more delicious to hang out in and view the room, but they were packed. Oh well! Still on my quest for the perfect bar and restaurant somewhat in the ‘hood.