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Cheebo - PK's Review


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Cheebo - PK's Review

PoetKitty | Jan 19, 2006 02:50 PM

Casual was on the menu for dindin, but so was alcohol. I know, it always is, duh. Cheebo's location was perfect, and I had never been, so wahlah, we had a winner.

Place: Cheebo, Tuesday, 1/17 - 7:45 PM
Myself + 1 guest (my gay husband Ryan)

Ratings in brief:

Ambiance - C
I dig the look inside - all orange and yellow and vibrant as all get-out, but good LORD do they redefine tables on top of each other in this joint - plus tables shoved into server stations and beyond. And the live music? Not good. Too LOUD.
Service - C
He was nice. Weird, but nice. But slooowwwww - and we weren't offered their little complimentary chips bowl until the mains arrived. Wha?
Food (Taste) - C
Eh. Not offensive. Beyond that, blah.
Food (Presentation) - C
Your standard plating procedures.
Wine/Drinks - C
WAY more selection than I ever expected from such a cas-ual space, so props for that. But my glass of Prosecco? Flat. BOO.
Value - C-
Again, eh, I say. Not terribly expensive, still I felt it was not worth the final tally.
Overall Experience - C
I would go back only if someone insisted, or if I hear I missed all the Very Amazing Things. Other than that, yawnsville.

Cheebo has a cute name and a super noticeable orange glow, tucked on a somewhat quiet Sunset corner, down the sidewalk from Toi, etc. I've seen it 1.27 billion times, and never stopped. But I do recall a nice word or two about the place in these parts, so there you have it - dinner for 2.
I arrived early, received a nice greeting, and ponied up to the bar for some bubbly. I was celebrating.
Except the bubbly was flat. The last of the bottle. He poured it, handed it over, and disappeared. Then my date arrived, so pshaw, I dealt with my flatness and we meandered to the inside table (Cheebo has outdoor tables too, but BURRR!)

Now, I'm used to the close-table issue here in LaLaland. In the right space (Le Petit Bistro) I don't mind so much. But the combination of:
1) Less than an inch between our table and the very hot gay couple next to us that I couldn't stop drooling over and eavesdropping on
2) The ridiculously loud and not-so-good jazz-esque band jamming away on the loft above
3) The fact that our table was slammed up against a serving station with waitstaff whizzing in/out on a regular basis
Not good. NOT. No no no.


Lots of interesting goodies, actually - sannies, pizzas, loads of salads, veggie options, fish fish fish - I felt encouraged. And specials that sounded GOOD as well.


Apparently they have homemade chips. We were offered them oh, like THIRTY MINUTES after we sat down. On principle, I said no.


I think you know where I stood with the Prosecco. That was enough experimentation, but the wine list was longer than expected.


We split an Heirloom Caprese. Granted, the mozzie was fresh and lovely, the tomatoes - eh, so so - but the balsalmic? Almost tasteless. Come on now, it's the KEY to the entire dish, the glue, if you will, so it should maybe have . . .flavor?


I ordered another appetizer - Spicy Tuna Tartare. Too much mayo, too little spice, but it was a good-sized portion and the tuna was very fresh. Plus lots of avocado. So, you know, I could do worse.
Date had Marco Cheebo salad, which he liked - again, however, it was loaded with fresh veggies and chicken but very little flavor or pizzazz. Someone in the kitchen needs to jolt their tastebuds.

No dessert, we were boring. I can admit that.

For 1 glass o' bubbly, 1 iced tea, 2 apps, and 1 entree, the bill was just shy of $50 before tip. To that I say; not enough punch, too much moolah.

Live/learn and save for Urasawa.

7533 W. Sunset Blvd.
Cross Street: Sierra Bonita

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