I haven't posted in a really long time, but I thought I'd jump back in to review a place that hasn't gotten much buzz on Chowhound.
I was looking for somewhere to take my visiting septuagenarian mom and stepfather for dinner last night. They're not into small plates (which removes tons of new places I've wanted to try from the list) or anything too ethnic, and they eat a lot of Italian at home. A previous visit to Tavern in Brentwood was a big hit. Bedford and Burns seemed like the best contender for us this time.
We got to the restaurant early for our 7 p.m. reservation and the place was empty. It was full by the time we left at 8:30, though. An older Beverly Hills crowd (a lot of whom seemed to bump into people they know, so it must be a "neighborhood" joint for these folks).
We ordered two salads to share: heirloom beets and chopped salad. Neither were very flavorful and the chopped salad was pretty unappetizing looking--just brownish tiny vegetables (must've been a mild balsamic that turned everything that color). The beets came with burrata, which I was excited about, but I don't know what they did to it. It had a weird seasoning or addition that didn't taste good to me. The greens that came with it were underdressed. The beets were beets (can't do much to those). My mom was disappointed that bread was not served (you can order biscuits or flatbread).
The mains were much better. My mom liked her chicken milanese, my sea bass was tasty (as was the broccolini that came with it--a nice surprise after the disappointing starters), and stepfather enjoyed his bouillabaisse, though he had to ask for a spoon and a dish for his discarded shells.
We shared the hot fudge sundae for dessert. It was deconstructed, so it came as two so-so scoops of vanilla ice cream, a pitcher of hot...syrup(?), some slivered almonds and good whipped cream. They gave us plates to share this on, not bowls, so it was a little awkward and just average-tasting.
All in all, it was okay, but I don't see myself going back.
Anywhere else you can think of that I could've gone instead? (We have one more night to fill!)