A friend about town took us for a belated B-day dinner to Falcon. Apart from being stunned as to the activity on Sunset and Poinsetta on a Friday night (like the Indi 500 more or less), and the $6.50 valet parking - we took the long stairway up to the restaurant past a tall thin greeter dressed in black who asked us whether we were going to the birthday party. Well, we are but not THAT birthday party and off we went up the stairs to an excruciating hip room with gorgeous lighting, low booths, a great bar and accompanying glamorous bar tender person. Nice start to the evening.
Booth comfortable; waitperson personable and not overly intrusive. Menu - well thats another thing. The liquid diet now demands the vegetable diet/fish and not much else. So split a tuna tartare with Madame Zoe - it didn't have much taste, was a non descript color and for $14 wasn't much tuna. I had the veg plate for $17 which was a timbale of spinach, squash, potato and a couple of frizzled strips of parsnip and something else. OK but not very tasty. Host had the scallops (two on some shriveled bacon) also for $14 as I recall and then the filet with mashed and a curious cheese crisp sticking out of the mashed. Madame Zoe had the falfalle (sp?) with beef strogonoff - lots of pasta in a sticky overly cream sauce but not much beef. She lamented, its not like the beef strogonoff YOU make (learned from Bertram, the Chef from investment banking days in New York who had nothing better to do than make lunch for six or eight foodies every day and was kind enough to give me the receipe before he retired to raise orchids.
Dessert was lemon parfait - filled the bill.
The take: Mood not the food.
Sunset and Poinsetta