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    Home » A Place to Spend my Freedom Checks - Il Grano

    November 2005 Uncategorized

    A Place to Spend my Freedom Checks - Il Grano

    il grano italian restaurant, west los angeles, ca
    “Unemployed” is such an ugly term. That very negative "un-" in front makes it sound as though not being employed is horrible. Who on earth would want to be *gasp!* unemployed?!? You’re unemployed? That’s too bad, I’m so sorry.

    Too bad? Please. Why are you sorry that I’m not working 90 hours a week making pennies for myself, but billions for my boss? Why wouldn’t I want to wake up naturally every morning from sunlight tickling my eyes open instead of bolting upright at the shouted behest of NPR on my radio alarm clock? (Not that NPR is bad, but the latest news about Iraq set at 170 decibels at 6 am is.) Why on earth would anyone want to *gasp!* be employed by someone else rather than strolling through the farmers market, flipping through cookbooks, baking cupcakes, searching for my seoul, and obsessively planning the phased rollout of an amazing Thanksgiving dinner in Microsoft Project? *whoa* That was scary. I couldn’t have been eliminated at a better time.

    I like being unemployed, and really, the word should be erased from our vocabulary and replaced with, oh, I don’t know, freedom, maybe? I’m collecting f**king Freedom checks. In fact, it’s so much freedom that I don’t have to do anything. Freedom checks come to me in the mail :)

    But as much as I believe that being fettered to a cubicle desk with Ps and Ls, employment, as it were, is a fate worse than being an oaky, woody chardonnay shackled to a termite nest, there are a few downsides to unemployment. I kind of miss my co-workers. Well, some of them. Okay, three. Especially now, reminiscing about one of our meals at Il Grano. Sure, it’s not like someone can’t pick up the phone and make a call or send out an email in rapid-fire, but it’s not the same as...sending an Outlook meeting request. LOL!

    Il Grano is a place that I’ve passed many times in my travels along Santa Monica Boulevard. I always notice it, but it never poked me in a way that made me think “I want to get to know you, in that way.” The outside is very plain and unassuming, and for a long time, the sign was bleeding rust from the nails that held it to the wall down the front, making it look somewhat ghetto. But if you’ve learned anything at all from Dad’s lectures at the dinner table about the origins and contextual explanations of American sayings, it’s that you should never judge a book by its cover, nor a restaurant by its storefront. Aren’t you proud of me for knowing how to apply that, Dad? ;)

    The interior decor is quiet, as is the atmosphere. I immediately hushed to my indoor indoor voice upon walking through the front door. At the host’s stand up front, there is a large wide glass bowl filled with tomatoes in full Technicolor, in every permutation of monochrome, striped, mottled, perfectly sperical, teardrop, and lumpy bumpy. I couldn’t help but reach out and touch them, and the host said that the chef grows them in his personal garden. We followed the host through the mostly white, glass, and dark wood dining room to our table. People at tables around us were a bit more mature, more sophisticated, and all leaning in over their tables just a few degrees more than normal to chat. Everyone, that is, except two Mystic-tanned Guidos in a booth in the back corner shouting, not to each other, but into their cell phones. Producers? Real estate agents? Mafia? It wasn’t difficult to eavesdrop, but I tuned them out.

    We ordered three different salads to start. Figs were on the menu as part of a frisee salad and like anchovies and bacalao, if they are on the menu, they must be ordered. But I hesitated because I remembering hearing Mario utter the word “speck,” but couldn’t for the life of me remember what it was. I was afraid it might have been one of the many strange fatty animal organs that Mario rhapsodizes about on his show. I, however do not eat organs (at least, not knowingly). But not to worry, since the server chuckled as he explained that speck is a type of dry, cured pork similar to prosciutto, but better, he encouraged me. He didn’t have to. Cured pork and figs? Bring it.

    il grano italian restaurant, west los angeles, ca - frisee salad with figs and speck
    frisee salad with figs and speck
    il grano italian restaurant, west los angeles, ca - bread
    bread like blown glass ornaments

    While waiting for our food to arrive, a server brought to each person tiny pudgy loaves of bread that had been pulled on opposite sides to perfect diamond points. They looked like Christmas ornaments that had been decorated with salt, pepper and grains. I tore through the crunchy outside that was so thick it required a surprising bit of muscle. The inside was soft and airy, full of enormous holes. I swear, I wanted to shove a couple of them into my purse to steal home, but I didn’t. I was with co-workers.

    il grano italian restaurant, west los angeles, ca - heirloom tomato salad
    heirloom tomato salad with creamy burrata
    il grano italian restaurant, west los angeles, ca - white peach salad
    white peach salad with peach puree

    The three salads were beautiful. Lightly dressed lettuce was a bed for slender wedges of sweet white peaches that were surprisingly firm for how naturally sweet they were. I thought the dressing made of peach puree was a little much, and thought that something more herbal might have been a better accomplice. The heirloom tomato salad displayed thin wedges and tiny hemispheres of tomatoes in colors ranging from an innocent ivory to pale yellow, from light off-green to orange to a mottled mix of the two, to bright cherry red. They were all very different in flavor and delicious, but the star of the plate was a glistening white dome
    of creamy, soft, sensuous burrata. Delicious.

    il grano italian restaurant, west los angeles, ca - skate in lobster sauce
    skate in lobster sauce with vegetables
    il grano italian restaurant, west los angeles, ca - lobster on the skate plate
    whole pieces of lobster from "sauce"

    Skate in lobster sauce was one of our main dishes. Unless skate has a somewhat soft, crusty texture on the surface rather than a slippery smoothness like most other fish flesh, it had been dipped in either flour or cornstarch (I think) before pan-frying. It was laid out over a pile of tiny colorful vegetables, like a swatch of velvety golden ivory wide wale cordouroy. Some of the vegetables were like I had never seen before. I had to ask the server if the cauliflower had been stained yellow by turmeric and how on earth broccoli could have been dyed purple, but he said those were their natural colors. Wow, good job, Mother Nature. Pristine white baby turnip (maybe it was a radish), tiny golden and midnight purple potatoes, all of the vegetables; they were cooked to the perfect crispness.The skate was tender, and alone, tasted lightly seasoned with salt, but with a sweep through the lobster sauce that only hinted at the crustacean, it was delicious. There were giant pieces of lobster trying to camouflage themselves against the colorful vegetables, but we picked them out right away. I don’t love lobster (I know, I know, geez, do I like anything?!) but my co-worker does, so it was a perfect working relationship – I eat all the vegetables and he eats all the lobster. Did I jet gypped in this exchange? I don’t think so. Purple broccoli didn’t taste like grapes. Now that was a gyp. LOL!

    il grano italian restaurant, west los angeles, ca - colorful vegetables
    colorful vegetables under the skate
    il grano italian restaurant, west los angeles, ca - eggplant tortellini
    giant eggplant tortellini

    Our second entree was eggplant tortellini. Five plump tortellini were set upright in a puddle of marinara, leaning against each other breathless after a raucous romp tumbling all over each other in a rolling boil. The pasta was thicker than what I would have expected, even for a pasta holding together a filling, but the thickness made it all the more impressive that it was so incredibly soft. The filling, though tasting strongly of eggplant, was light and airy in texture, and didn’t have the roasted smokiness that often accompanies eggplant. A single tortellini had to be eaten in at least two bites, maybe even three, and each one, with a bit of the sauce clinging to the pasta, was like a soft, Italian summer. Never been to Italy, and I don’t know exactly how summer could be soft, but it just sounds so right for Il Grano’s eggplant tortellini.

    il grano italian restaurant, west los angeles, ca - peach napoleon
    peach napoleon
    il grano italian restaurant, west los angeles, ca - four different gelatos
    four different gelatos

    The meal’s finale was two desserts. The peach napoleon was a purposefully disheveled stack of flaky pastry, wafer-thin wedges of blushing golden peaches, and a dollop of sweetened mascarpone that was oozing out of one side. It tasted good, but not as good as it looked.

    The foursome of gelatos was highly anticipated, but unfortunately, it seemed that there had been a significant lag time between the kitchen’s plating and the server’s pickup. The tiny spheres of gelato, just barely bigger than a golfball, had already melted by almost a third. The now gibbous moons of peanut butter, coffee, vanilla and pistachio gelatos were slipping into the corners of each of their respective squared off sections of a four-sectioned glass dish, leaving the whole presentation wholly discombobulated. Vanilla was vanilla, coffee was a bit more interesting, but it was the peanut butter and the pistachio flavors that got my attention. I don’t love peanut butter, which is part of the reason. But moreso, if I had been introduced to peanut butter first in the form of this subtly sweet, only faintly peanut buttery, creamy cold concoction, I would have declared my love for it long ago. Pistachio too, surprised me, since I had expected some gaudy green that was made overly offensive neon to make up for the lack of pistachio flavor. However, the pistachio gelato (or at least, the half-gelato, half-soup) was such a light, pale green that wouldn’t have distringuished it much from the others on the plate except that it had a pistachio flavor that definitely made itself known.

    The gelatos certainly tasted smooth, creamy-cold as gelato should. They were delicious in flavor alone. But Il Grano lost points for service lag time, which, I didn’t mention before, but had been a noticeable negative throughout our meal. We were seated at our table for a quite a long time before our server even acknowledged our presence, and the periods of time between his subsequent visits were long. Pouring drinks, dropping off menus, taking our order, and finally delivering each of the dishes to our table...it all took a very long time. Because I was with work friends, I didn’t mind as much since we were gossiping away about the office and it gave us a good excuse for taking a two-plus hour lunch.

    Wow. I can take a two hour lunch every day now. In fact, I wake up...for lunch :)

    Il Grano
    11359 Santa Monica Boulevard (@Corinth)
    Los Angeles, CA 90025
    310.477.7886

    www.ilgrano.com

    tags :: food : and drink : italian : restaurants : reviews< /a> : los angeles

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    Comments

    1. Michael says

      November 11, 2005 at 3:28 am

      Enjoy your time off while you can! I've never been laid off or fired, so I've never collected unemployment before, but if I did, I'd call it....funemployment.

      Reply
    2. Anonymous says

      November 11, 2005 at 4:56 am

      You have to be the worst food critic I have ever seen.
      Do you have some kind of mental disorder.
      Ranting on about unemployment?!!
      Jeez, I could not get past that to read about the food.
      Go to school, learn something.

      Consider yourself fired.

      Reply
    3. mari says

      November 11, 2005 at 5:22 am

      I was furloughed once, whatever that means. Best thing that happened to me. Enjoy your time off...because when you rejoin the working class (haha), you'll miss all that free time. love your website!

      Reply
    4. sarah says

      November 11, 2005 at 5:25 am

      wow.

      normally, i respond to comments left here, but i don't really know what to say.

      Reply
    5. Silvia says

      November 11, 2005 at 7:46 am

      The skate looks incredible, tell me it's at least good?

      Reply
    6. grace says

      November 11, 2005 at 8:35 am

      anonymous seems to have had a bad day. but i thoroughly enjoyed the entry.. thus far. is there more? (:

      Reply
    7. sarah says

      November 11, 2005 at 2:58 pm

      i have *ahem* recovered and returned LOL!

      anyway, michael, that is such the perfect word i wish i had thought of it to use here! funemployment checks - free money to have some fun. finally. :)

      hi mari!

      silvia - the skate was...awesome :) and the lobster sauce was good, without tasting too much like lobster. here the thing. i don't *gasp!* love lobster. so i didn't eat the lobster meat, but enjoyed the skate in the sauce :) ooooh boy, did i enjoy it!

      grace...coming up!

      lacheesemonger: aw, someone making nasty remarks at me and you turn as sweet as honey? :) and i have no idea how much it cost. it wasn't my turn to pay...see why i miss my co-workers? lol!

      Reply
    8. Stephanie says

      November 11, 2005 at 7:25 pm

      I like 'freedom', instead of 'unemployed'. When I left the radio station, it really did feel as though I'd just left prison.

      Reply
    9. Stephanie says

      November 11, 2005 at 7:25 pm

      I like 'freedom', instead of 'unemployed'. When I left the radio station, it really did feel as though I'd just left prison.

      Reply
    10. Tall Medstudent says

      November 13, 2005 at 2:20 am

      I'm pretty sure that anonymous up there was your crappy waiter.

      I've always thought of speck as a generic word for very fatty bacon. You can cut it into tiny pieces for adding to foods that need the helping hand of pork fat cubes. I think it's inaccurate of your waiter to equate it with something specific like Prosciutto.

      Check out this 'speckwurst', or this recipe for 'Potato goulash with speck'. Note in that last recipe that the speck is gewürfelt, i.e. diced, which if you go through all the recipies with speck on that site, you'll see is the typical use of it. Speck was affordable meat for the common man in the bad old days...

      You can also check out this speck pic from speck.org, some south Tyrolean speck company. Looks like a nice piece of pork belly, mmm.

      Great blog, by the way. Cupcakes have entered my to-do queue.

      Reply
    11. sarah says

      November 13, 2005 at 2:29 am

      nah...actually, the waiter was very nice, he was just a bit slow, that's all. better slow than condescending, but then again, better to be neither of those, eh?

      anyway, thanks, tall medstudent, for all that info on speck! but i can't seem to figure out if speck is meant to be cooked first, or just eaten straight! under my salad, it looked like it had just been sliced, like prosciutto.

      Reply
    12. Tall Medstudent says

      November 13, 2005 at 4:42 am

      I don't know any recipies that serve it uncooked, but I suppose that's the bias of my Frankonian background. I figure that cured meats need to be cooked to dilute the salt and smokiness they contain. Maybe in the Italian Tyrol, they just call prosciutto the generic name of 'speck', and thus the restaurant used it in that way?

      Man, I need a new username.

      Reply

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