Day two of Best Pal's visit from DC demanded a Sunset Strip locale. I didn't want anything ridiculously sceney and requiring cleavage and an eyelash bat to get past the bouncer, so Mirabelle - an oldie but reportedly goodie - sounded like the perfect little Cal-Med hideaway. We girly-fied ourselves and swooped on in.
Place: Mirabelle, Saturday, 2/4 - 8:00 PM
Myself + 1 guest
Ratings in brief:
Ambiance - B
It's very warm, uber-cozy, softly lit, and cute. We sat near the wine cellar and I ogled and drooled.
Service - B
Fluid, effecient, but not awe-inspiring.
Food (Taste) - B-
Eh, it was OK. I wanted more flava.
Food (Presentation) - B-
Grand, in some cases, but with a lack of consideration for the fact that we might want to see each other. I'll explain.
Wine/Drinks - C+
Seemingly decent wine list, but we went for martinis that were not very good. Wah.
Value - B
Not overly expensive in the least - but not good enough to be a Yay That Was a Bargain experience.
Overall Experience - B-
Mirabelle has stood the test of time, in LA terms, and that gave me hope. It's a little haven I've been meaning to try for eons - it was easy to get last-minute reservations (which may have, in retrospect, been a sign I could have paid attention to), so she was a shoe-in for Saturday dindin.
When we arrived at 8 - right on time for our reservations - the place was quiet and damn near lifeless. Bummer. We wanted mellow, but this was ridiculous. We obviously did get seated right away, and thankfully, the place started filling up very quickly, but it never had a vibrant aura, and we couldn't help but feel disappointed, considering the location.
We did agree, however, that if you're making googly eyes at a romantic partner, this is the place. Duly noted.
We should have ordered wine, but my pal wanted to continue our Martini Weekend. We ordered a few and they were pretty weak and either way too sweet or just plain icky. Boo.
Nice little selection - standard french slices coupled with these fat, warm, super tasty mushy honey wheat slices that I wanted to use as a pillow. Yum. Served with a chunky tapenade and butter.
We split a greek-style app - consisting of baked pita slices, hummus, beet spread, roasted almonds, spicy eggplant, and olives. A nice array of flavors, but served on a gigantic three tiered platter that, when placed on our table, made us invisible to each other. It was - weird. Awkward. Annoying. This app also preyed on one of my pet peeves - it featured heaps of spreadable goodies, but 3 pieces of pita. Yes, I know, we can always ask for more. But come on now, do a little ratio comparison and observe that perhaps a few more slices may be in order? Please? It tasted decent - yummiest almonds EVER - so it wasn't a total loss.
I had a special - Red Trout coated in cornmeal and pecans, served with yams and winter greens.
There might have been one pecan ground up in the breading. Maybe. It was mostly cornmeal, a bit over-cooked, and lacking any discernable flavor. Yams were tasty, winter greens - blah. Not special. No sir.
Companion had Triple Citrus Roasted Chicken with Ginger Fried Rice. The chicken was juicy, but without a citrus punch (we guffawed at the Triple moniker), and the rice - again, OK, but ginger? Really? Show us. No, really. SHOW US.
No dessert - we were stuffed and a little bored.
The total, before tip, for 3 drinks, 1 appetizer, and 2 entrees was $90. Very reasonable. Just not very good.
Maybe we ordered all the wrong things, but the lack of energy or any element of uniqueness at Mirabelle will prevent a repeat visit.
And so it goes.
8768 West Sunset Blvd.
Cross street - Holloway