Now, dinner must reflect beauty. And boldness.
And... fernet pâté?
Sure, fernet pâté.
At the Flats, a stimulating Wilshire Boulevard corner dealing in really imaginative flatbreads, small plates and drinkable things from chef Kyle Schutte, now soft-open in Beverly Hills.
Here’s a perfect pre– or post–Museum Row rallying point. A seductive reinterpretation of the old Red Medicine space in black and gray, from the gleaming floor to the bar to the silverware. Or blackware, we suppose.
You and that date will take your table once LACMA’s floors have done sufficient injury to you both. You’ll circumvent the menu’s more traditional side in favor of the bagel-and-lox cannoli with aerated schmear, some fernet pâté and two pineapple-kimchi slushies.
You’ll find yourself reaching for the fried-chicken flatbread with pink lemonade mozzarella and watermelon powder at the same moment they do. Coyly pulling away, you’ll both take a moment to figure out what to do next. Perhaps you’ll start an abstruse conversation about the real meaning of watermelon powder.
Perhaps you’ll just try again.