Last night, the host of the work thing I’m attending took a bunch of people out for a late-ish dinner at Scarpetta in Beverly Hills. I’ll tell you what, I have a new-found respect for Chef Scott Conant. Whenever I see him on TV, I can’t ever figure out why anyone likes him because he seems like such a jerk. Well, the guy might be a colossal douchebag, but he can obviously cook.
The meal I had at Scarpetta was easily one of the best meals I’ve ever had, which is surprising considering I don’t really like Italian food all that much. From the truffled mushrooms and creamy polenta, to the short rib agnolotti, to the roasted chicken, to the coconut panna cotta, it was all amazing.
I would have taken pictures of my delicious meal, but it seemed unprofessional to do so. Plus, I didn’t want to draw any more attention to myself than necessary since it looked like I was the only person among the party of 20 people or so who wasn’t white, wasn’t over-50, or wasn’t drinking.
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- kaybattle said: My tastebuds are jealous.
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