I didn’t want to go to Fig and Olive just because President Obama held a massive fundraiser here last year….well…actually yes. That’s the main reason.
I also love the slightly pretentious name. Thankfully, there actually are figs and olives in many of their dishes, so I’ll not give them a hard time.
I won’t say exactly who treated me to dinner tonight, but they’re a lovely coven of witches (that’s your nickname, gals. Deal with it) and they did their best to “insure” I had a great time.
No one but our dining group will get that stupid pun.
I had printed out the menu ahead of time (per the usual) and highlighted everything I was going to force everyone to order.
As luck would have it, I got my wish!
The crostini (or crostino, plural) were packed with flavor. I could have just eaten these devils all night.
The main courses were all tasty and satisfying. The chicken was seasoned perfectly (although I didn’t love assembling my own dish) and the carnivore to my right enjoyed his lamb chops.
However, the stars of the show were the truffle/mushroom dishes!! Yes, I’m yelling!
I kept sneaking bites of the shared bowl of truffle risotto. As a new mushroom lover, I was a bit frightened by the large pieces contained therein but bravely ate every delectable morsel!
And those damned Truffle croquettes…heaven in bite form. I want more. More damned bites of truffled heaven.
I used to despise mushrooms, those little night-dwelling ground trolls.
I didn’t grow up eating them. Growing up in Washington state, I used to kick them when they sprouted up in our front yard. Out of sheer boredom. Better than kicking my sister.
8490 Melrose Pl
West Hollywood, CA 90069