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Citizen Smith -- more like Citizen Ick!


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Citizen Smith -- more like Citizen Ick!

Bacco Mamma | Apr 6, 2006 04:50 PM

Last night I mistakenly caved into the appeal of being able to make a reservation at Citizen Smith vs. waiting for a table at Lou. Bad move.

To start, I absolutely hate the decor, which is a weird mix of OTT Goth (candles, chandeliers, "distressed" wood tables) with Gaucho Chic (cow hide-lined walls) and the occasional ironic nod to mod (plexi boxes around aforementioned chandeliers). Their stupid "Urban Bistro" motto is painted on the floors and planter boxes and in the bathrooms. Reason enough to leave.

Spotty best describes CS's service. I get bottled water, and then only one other glass of tap water is brought to our table of 4. Two other glasses sit empty for about 15 minutes. The wine takes about 20 minutes to arrive.

Crowd is some very young green Hollywood kids, and middle aged folks who want to feel they're a part of the former's mileu. Almost felt more Sunset Strip like than east of Highland. Now, I love me some Eagles and Fleetwood Mac, but in this environment I couldn't wait until "The Chain" was over. Other "younger" music was a sampling of the heaviest rotation songs on every WB show music supervisor's middle-of-the-road list over the past 2-3 years (Coldplay, Zero 7, etc.).

Because I can't eat raw meat these days I order their signature burger (attempting to be a hybrid of Hungry Cat and Father's Office) medium. It was CHARRED. I had to use a knife to cut through the hard, burnt exterior. Meat was totally flavorless. Potato chips look gorgeous but some were soggy and had a strange Cajun spice mix. Stick to salt, people. And go to the Sunset Tower Bar to get a sense of what real kick ass homemade chips should taste like.

The fried chicken comes with FOUR pieces. WTF? Who needs FOUR pieces of soulless, boneless fried chicken breasts? American gluttony is clearly a feature of the menu, too.

Place was packed from start to finish, so they’re doing something right. Guess underestimating the tastes of Hollywood denizens is a safe business move.

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