ORDER: Spaghetti Rustichella
I don’t eat pasta very often. But when I do, I make sure it’s VERY expensive, and that someone else pays for it. That someone else being my lovely parents who just celebrated their 30-something-th anniversary. There’s been so many, it’s hard to keep track, but I always remember the date, because they remind me every year. And I’m not sure why I get to be a part of their special day, and on their dime, but I’m gonna pretend not to notice, because I really, really like it.
Bestia is one of L.A.’s top-rated restaurants, at least according to a bunch of food critics who told me so. It’s trendy, industrial chic, a term I’m pretty sure I just made up, but let’s go with it, okay? And the design is fitting, the place tucked between a bunch of warehouses that nightmares are made of. It’s not the type of place you’d find your parents most days, but as I said, today wasn’t most days. One of the stand-outs of the night, and also dairy-free, was the spaghetti rustichella. Imagine if your pasta kissed the sea, a sensuous kiss, with tongue and stuff. You’d get something close to this dish, perfectly cooked pasta topped with a generous portion of lobster and uni, salty and tasting of the ocean in the same way that beets taste like the bottom of your shoe, but like yummy and shit. The dish is finished with a handful of toasted bread crumbs, leaving you with a meal just south of perfection. As the Italians say, “Mmmm.”
Bestia: 2121 E. 7th Place Los Angeles, CA. 90021