In case anyone is wondering what brunch at The Ivy on Robertson is like...
The occasion was a friend out of town who just HAD to sit in the patio.
Scones with butter and preserves immediately served as we sat on time, avec drinks menu. Scones were a tad dry for my liking, and not the finest unsalted butter, mind you. $12 cocktails served competently, however. I'd have a serious problem if they'd screwed up their ivy gimlet.
Apps came rather promptly. For moi, the crabcakes. No fancy presentation at all. Just a huge garnish of rosemary, haphazzardly dropped on top. Crabcakes where deepfried and greasy. Not your typical crumbly cake that you can slice easily with a fork. No. These, you needed your knife. Nonetheless, with a nice chunk of tartar sauce, they tasted pretty ordinary.
French toast for me; ham and cheese omelette for my friend. French toast looked rather plain on the plate. Nothing to it. No fruit, no nothing. I took one bite out of it, and didn't continue eating. It was terrible. The flavor was spicy, but a spicy/salty that I didn't feel was appropriate for French toast. I didn't go beyond one bite, but ate the potatoes, and took a bite out of the over-salty ham.
Didn't send back the French toast (as that's not what I do), but my friend devoured his omelette. He was way too impressed by seeing Simon Cowell and his body guard. By the way, they still charged me for the French toast, even when I left that and the ham almost in tact. And, no one asked me if I had a problem with it.
Dessert was chocolate chip cookies and ice cream. Just about the driest cookie I've ever had and that home made ice cream was nothing special at all.
All in all, The Ivy is a very LA experience. Not a place to go for food, I don't think. But, a place to take a friend from out of town who doesn't mind sub-par food.
Oh, and the tab was $140 for 2, before tip.