Before I moved to LA, I know about the existence of Spago.
That was a time when LA’s restaurant scene was kind of pathetic. We had our historic dives like El Coyote or Miceli’s and we had our exclusive hot spots for the celebs or the rich.
Fine dining was not yet for the masses.
Over the past 7 or 8 years, things have dramatically changed. LA’s restaurant scene exploded. We had a ton of new chefs open a ton of great restaurants. And best of all. You didn’t need to be sport an ascot or a trust fund to take part.
Spago may still think of itself as a snooty establishment but I know better. I’ve been to pretty much every nice restaurant and I know better. I belong here just as much as I belong at a burger joint.
And I don’t care one bit that you seat me at the sh*ttiest table because I’m not famous. I love the sound of crashing dishes coming from the kitchen.
Ok, diatribe over.
Spago is Wolfgang’s most famous restaurant and often times he’s there, saying hi to everyone. Tonight was NOT one of those nights, sadly.
I’ve been personally served by Chef Ludo and Chef Curtis Stone but Mr. Puck thought he was too good to bring me my delicious Salmon or the incredible Stuffed Squash Blossoms. Sorry I’m not Brad Pitt, sir but I’m spending just as much money.
Service started out really efficient but then things kind of slowed down as the evening progressed. Getting our check ended up being a daunting task.
The total cost of our meal was $100 a person and we only drank tap water. So bring your shekels and your flasks.
Overall, dining at Spago is a fabulous, must-do experience if you’re ready for it. Hopefully I’ve done my part to help you. The rest is up to you.
176 N Canon Dr
Beverly Hills, CA 90210