“I’m in the mood for Argentinean and Japanese.”
That was you, saying some words that don’t normally make a ton of sense.
“And I think what I need is a new restaurant at the Delano that seamlessly melds those two cuisines together due to the chef’s ties to Katsuya and his Argentine background.”
That was also you, somehow perfectly describing Leynia, which opens tonight and looks like this.
This place spills onto the covered, outdoor terrace overlooking the hotel’s famously pooled backyard. Bring a date and pull up a pair of pale blue chairs at a table near the wood-burning grill that serves as the restaurant’s centerpiece.
With things like choclo empanada and BBQ eel rolls on the menu, you’ll need someone with which to discuss this newfound cultural blend. There’s a little side bar out there for Panamericanas with yerba mate-infused vodka and passion fruit. Or, better yet, a Battle of the Grapes tasting menu of South American wines.
Dishes are served family style. It’s a more-the-merrier kind of place, so have some more. Have some grilled octopus. Have some ceviche.
Definitely have some dessert, which rolls up tableside on that hand-painted Argentine bike holding things like liquid nitrogen lemon-and-champagne sorbet in its wooden basket.
Not enough people are doing dessert bikes these days.
That was you, saying some words that don’t normally make a ton of sense.
“And I think what I need is a new restaurant at the Delano that seamlessly melds those two cuisines together due to the chef’s ties to Katsuya and his Argentine background.”
That was also you, somehow perfectly describing Leynia, which opens tonight and looks like this.
This place spills onto the covered, outdoor terrace overlooking the hotel’s famously pooled backyard. Bring a date and pull up a pair of pale blue chairs at a table near the wood-burning grill that serves as the restaurant’s centerpiece.
With things like choclo empanada and BBQ eel rolls on the menu, you’ll need someone with which to discuss this newfound cultural blend. There’s a little side bar out there for Panamericanas with yerba mate-infused vodka and passion fruit. Or, better yet, a Battle of the Grapes tasting menu of South American wines.
Dishes are served family style. It’s a more-the-merrier kind of place, so have some more. Have some grilled octopus. Have some ceviche.
Definitely have some dessert, which rolls up tableside on that hand-painted Argentine bike holding things like liquid nitrogen lemon-and-champagne sorbet in its wooden basket.
Not enough people are doing dessert bikes these days.
