Of those four legendary LA rebirths, only one involves a massive Peking duck. That we know of.
(Hint: not Affleck.)
Say hello again to Philippe—as in Philippe Chow, last name no longer necessary—a lavish gallery of dumplings, duck and handshakes, taking reservations Monday for its debut next Thursday in Beverly Hills.
You remember this place. Opened in New York with fancy Chinese from a 25-year Mr. Chow veteran. Randomly got shout-outs in Lupe Fiasco songs. Brought extravagant pork dumplings to West Hollywood. Closed. Moved over to Beverly Hills, where it sort of belongs. Well, that last part just now happened.
So now/again, you’ll show up with the type of person who demands hand-pulled noodles in an elegant dining room with more red, black and white than a White Stripes video. Surprising how many of these types you meet.
Anyway, start with something at the bar—something with vodka, champagne, elderflower and muddled strawberries. Then, surprise: head out for a table under the stars on the patio. They have that now. In mere moments, you’ll be watching a seven-pound Peking duck get carved at your table.
Then take six pounds home to your dog.