Okay, so the husband read this blurb in this month's _Los Angeles Magazine_, and was excited about the great value. Aside from the fact that *I* can't buy a steak I want to eat for $12 restuarants get great deals, right?
"New Bungalow Club 7174 Melrose Ave. (323-964-9494). L-D daily. It's almost like being poolside at a fancy hotel, dining in an outdoor cabana on a private patio with fluttering bamboo in the middle of Hollywood. Difference is, there's no hotel, there's no pool, and you can get a giant steak dinner for $12. Grilled salmon for $8. If you're hungry, watching your wallet, and ready for life to progress past drive-thru windows and pizza parlors, this is the next stop. Beer and wine. ($$) Global"
So we go, and we arrive at that depressing restaurant on Melrose that has failed *so* many times before, to find it empty, but more attractive than it used to be. We are led to our cabana, kinda cute, by an attractive woman who smells, badly, of BO. I only mention this because she is also our waitress and every time she comes to our table it is noticeable and unpleasant.
The menu is very cheap, with basic dishes and some Asian-y flare. We share calamari fried to death with a surprisingly good dipping sauce and then each order the $13 rib eye which comes with two sides. We also order a Boony Doon Zin at a reasonable $18.
The meat is so thin that it was probably impossible to cook it to medium rare as we requested. It arrrives mostly well done, heavily salted and peppered, with well cooked green beans in an overwhelming teriyaki glaze, and cold mashed potatoes possibly seasoned with Butter Buds (tm). The potatoes have nice texture. The dinner converstaion is mostly a debate on how long the restaurant will last.
We do not select a dessert because we have already seen the tired display.
$56 with tip. Worst meal of the month.
And then, we go to Frankie's right down the street and share a suprisingly good tirumisu and an excellent martini.